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Deadly Intentions IV! Nov 14, 2013 23:45:15 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Nov 14, 2013 23:45:15 GMT -5

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PCW PRESENTS: Deadly Intentions 4
Sunday, November 10th, 2013
Live on Pay Per View from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina!

“Ladies and gentlemen, in a few moments ... Pure Class Wrestling brings you Deadly Intentions IV!”

The cameras pan over the entirety of the audience, catching glimpses of notables in the building.

'Nemesis’ by VNV Nation is the theme song of the evening and both members of the band, Ronan Harris and Mark Jackson are in the audience tonight, taking a slight break from their overseas tour to enjoy the festivities. The crowd is absolutely stoked for the evening to begin. The crowd is pumped as the song continues, signs such as “NO ONE is Untouchable!”, “BANGARANG comin’ atcha” (this fan was probably paid for his endorsement), and “The COLORS, man, THE COLORS! - Marry Me, Kelli!” dotting the landscape. The crowd is pumped and the music dies out enough for Mark Long to resume his duties.

“Before we OFFICIALLY start the event, I would like to inform you that videotaping and recording this show is strictly prohibited. Also, laser lights are not allowed in the arena. If anyone is caught with one, they'll be escorted out of the building by security and will not receive any type of refund. And last but certainly not least, the antics displayed in and out of this ring are extremely dangerous and are performed by trained professionals. You should not try this at home. All in all, sit back and enjoy the show!”

Mark takes a a quick breath and continues.

“It’s time to begin .... DEADLYYYYY INTENTIONS IV!”

****

The camera catches a shot of the one and only Tyler Hendrix standing backstage. His location is none other than the center of the universe that is also known as the good old Coke Machine.

Tyler: This is freakin' amazing! A God damn Coke Machine right here smack dab in the middle of this place! Who ever negotiated this deal is a genius. I really need to look him up and see if he'll work on a contract or two for me.

Tyler slides a dollar bill into the machine and hits the button for a refreshing 20 ounce bottle of ice cold C2. Once the bottle slides down the shoot, Tyler snatches it up with the quickness and twists the top and begins chugging the bottle down like a fiend.

Tyler: Damn...that sucker hit the spot! I just still can't believe that there is a Coke Machine here. I asked to have a few bottles of Coke in my locker room for after the match, but they said it wasn't aloud. And here I am...ten feet or so away from my locker room, and there sits a Coke machine. Jesus...it wasn't like I asked them to separate the brown MM's from the other colors, one more for the road, then I need to head back to the locker room to get taped up.

Tyler slides another bill in the machine, presses the C2 button once again and waits patiently for the bottle to drop. Once it does, he grabs it in a flash and heads back to his locker room.

****

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall and is a No Disqualification match! “

There is no music to announce the arrival of the first competitor, being as he is not a contracted member of the company. More than that, there is no signature fiery entrance for the man the PCW Faithful have become accustomed to see rising through flame. Instead, {BLACKED OUT} walks purposefully, yet silently, out onto the stage through the curtain before coming to a halt. Still. Unwavering. Resolute. He waits as the Faithful’s ovation grows and grows at which point he begins his slow walk towards the ring. The edge of the hood hanging over his face, he walks steadily towards the ring

Jerry Andrews: The first match of the evening and so much hangs on it already. {BLACKED OUT} could earn himself an official contract if he wins.

Al Laiman: But he’s got to go through an impressive newcomer in Tristan Slater and you can bet your bottom dollar he’ll be out to make a name for himself tonight.

Standing at ringside for a brief moment, he turns to the ring steps and begins to ascend them. Wiping his feet on the apron, he steps through the ropes and enters. Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners, disrobes and begins stretching out in anticipation for the next competitor.

"Introducing his opponent, accompanied by Miyoko Kawaaaashiiima. He is from Miami, Florida…. Tristan Slaaaaaater!"

Look in my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I've been everything you want to be
I'm the cult of personality
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality

There's a mixed reaction from the PCW crowd as Miyoko Kawashima leads Tristan Slater out to the top of the ramp. Miyoko poses with Tristan before the two exchange a peck on the lips. Miyoko leads Tristan towards the ring with Slater following in close pursuit. They reach ringside where last minute strategies are discussed. All the while, Slater keeps his gaze firmly on the focused figure of {BLACKED OUT} in the middle of the ring. The two exchange another kiss on the lips before Tristan slides into the ring where he uses the top rope to do last minute stretching as he awaits the opening bell.

Jerry Andrews: As you said, Al, Slater is out to make a name for himself tonight. A win here could catapult him toward great things.

Al Laiman: He has a massive amount of potential and could be a future star, but this match is dangerous and he’ll have to be careful not to get torn apart. {BLACKED OUT} isn’t just out to win a contract, he wants to punish him.

Referee Nolan Burke refrains from his usual ritual of checking both men for weapon because everything they have on them is legal on this occasion. Instead he merely asks both men if they are ready. {BLACKED OUT} responds with a slow and eerie nod while Slater eagerly paces back and forth and responds verbally. Burke signals to ringside and

Ding Ding…

‘Back in Black’ by AC/DC hits the PA System! The crowd instantly unleashes a volley of boos and jeers to the stage before the man himself walks out, but they know what’s coming. A moment later, the PCW President Skylar Marshall strolls out onto the stage and the boos grow twofold in volume.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is Marshall doing out here?!

Al Laiman: Our beloved President has a stake in this match, Jerry. He’s the man that signs the paychecks around here and after this match he might have one extra to cash. I’m sure he’s very interested in observing the result.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only reason he’s out here.

Marshall pays no mind to the fans as he makes his way down the ramp and toward ringside. As he gets closer to the ring, {BLACKED OUT} stares out at him and the glaze is reciprocated by the President. The tension is evident as Marshall is careful not to get too close, but his dislike of the masked outsider is clear for everyone to see.

As his eyes are pulled elsewhere, {BLACKED OUT} is left distracted and his opponent wastes no time in exploiting the opening. From nowhere he dives across the ring and attacks with a Running Elbow, slamming into the side of {BLACKED OUT}’s head. The hit rocks the larger man and sends him back into the corner, allowing Slater to unload to a combo of strikes while Marshall continues to walk around the ring, now with a satisfied smile on his face.

Jerry Andrews: Slater on the offensive already, with a little help from our beloved President….

Al Laiman: That beloved President can fire you in an instant and he’s about to sit down next to us, if you know what’s best for you you’ll cut out the sarcasm.

With a gracious grin, Marshall takes a seat next to Al Laiman at the commentary position and slides a headset on, watching the action in the ring eagerly as Slater continues with a salvo of quick Shoot kicks to the chest of {BLACKED OUT}, driving the wind out of him.

Skylar Marshall: Good evening, Gentlemen.

Jerry Andrews: To what do we owe the pleasure of having you out here with us, Mr Marshall?

Skylar Marshall: Well, as you know I personally oversee the recruitment of all PCW’s talent, including the man who is dominating this match at the moment, Tristan Slater. And this match could see another… ‘talent’ join the active roster. It is my duty to observe the result.

Al Laiman: See, I told you Andrews, observation!

Slater finally gives up on the boots and pulls {BLACKED OUT} from the corner, now resorting to an effective Double Leg Takedown that topples the larger man before he transitions into a Headlock. Tristan tightens the hold as {BLACKED OUT} struggles for leverage as Nolan Burke moves into position. Before the bigger man can mount a response, Slater quickly rolls and executes a ‘Gator Roll’ across the mat, torqueing the neck of his opponent before rolling back the other way. He attempts a second, but the more powerful man spreads his arms and plants himself in the middle of the ring. Slater tries to force the move, but is soon himself forced in a direction against his will.

{BLACKED OUT} uses his strength advantage and pushes himself off the mat. Even with the weight of Slater pressing down on top of him, he gets to his knees, then all the way back to his feet before hauling Slater off his feet and launching him forward with an impressive throw. Slater lands hard on his face with a Flapjack like maneuver and pushes himself back to his feet just in time to take a Running Shoulder Block that sends him flying. With Slater grounded and stunned by the shot, {BLACKED OUT} sends an evil stare to ringside, straight at Skylar Marshall.

Jerry Andrews: Tristan Slater’s not quite as dominant now.

Skylar Marshall: It’s a marathon not a sprint, Jerry.

Al Laiman: I’ve never seen a No DQ marathon, though.

{BLACKED OUT} turns from Marshall and goes on the offensive, dragging Slater off the mat and onto his feet. Quickly he whips his opponent into the ropes and waits for him to return before dropping to a knee and unleashing a powerful Palm Strike into the gut of Slater that doubles him over. With ruthless purpose, {BLACKED OUT} hits the ropes himself and rebounds into a Swinging Neckbreaker! He wastes no time in quickly hooking the leg for a pin…

One…

T… NO!

Slater kicks out and rolls back to his feet but is met straight away by {BLACKED OUT} who again pushes him back to the ropes and snaps off a vicious Knife Edge Chop, followed by another two and an Irish Whip once more. Slater hits the ropes and comes back toward a ducked {BLACKED OUT}, managing to put the brakes on early and land a fierce kick straight into the metallic mask of his opponent. The eerie outlaw stands bolt-upright after the shot, and Slater responds with an immediate and excruciating boot between the legs!

Jerry Andrews: Low Blow! Slater exploiting the No DQ stipulation already!

Skylar Marshall: That’s what I call using your initiative! It’s what he was signed for!

Even the monstrous figure of {BLACKED OUT} is forced to fall to a Low Blow and Slater’s eyes open at the possibilities now he has a moment to think. He moves fast and grabs his opponent, using his defenseless state to help him hit a hard Snap Suplex. Using his technical skills he keeps hold of {BLACKED OUT} and rolls back to his feet before moving into a waist lock and executing a perfect Northern Lights Suplex on the larger man. He bridges for the pin and Nolan Burke dives into the count….

One…

Two…

NO!

{BLACKED OUT} pushes out and drives back to his feet, even as Slater tries to capitalize on his stunned position. Slater attacks with another combo of strikes, a combination of precise and direct chops and kicks but they appear to do nothing to the slowly rising demonic figure in front of him. Charging up for one more kick, Slater plants himself and lashes out…. But {BLACKED OUT} catches his leg! Before Slater can pull back, his opponent pins his leg with one arm and uses his free arm to grab Slater by the throat and lift him off the mat. With a sudden and explosive burst of speed, {BLACKED OUT} charges forward and powers Slater back first into the turnbuckles!

Still captured by the ominous figure, Slater is powerless to stop the masked man from using his strength and hauling him back up into the air. He hangs in mid-air for a moment until {BLACKED OUT} shifts his weight and turns to the ropes, literally dumping Slater over the top rope with a horrifying collision with the apron on the way down.

Jerry Andrews: My god! With power like that it’s only a matter of time until you’re signing a contract, Mr Marshall.

Skylar Marshall: Has there been a three count yet, Jerry?

Focused as ever, {BLACKED OUT} climbs out onto the apron and takes Slater by the head, pulling him back to his feet as the PCW Faithful express their excitement with a massive cheer. With his head in one hand, the imposing competitor makes a beeline for the commentary position.

Jerry Andrews: Uh oh… they’re coming this way!

Al Laiman: Use the Spanish table!

Slater can’t get his hands up in time to stop his head bouncing off the top of the announce table like a ping-pong ball, with {BLACKED OUT}’s gaze planted firmly on Skylar Marshall who can barely stomach a look back at such close distance. The stare remains for a few moments… and apparently a moment too long as Slater turns and, out of desperation, charges {BLACKED OUT} back first into the apron. This time it’s the big man’s turn to be too stunned to act, as Slater uses all his strength and throws {BLACKED OUT} shoulder first straight into the steel steps with a hideous clang that echoes around the arena.

Taking a moment to compose himself and catch his breath, Slater looks around to evaluate his options, then goes straight for the arm of his opponent, threading it through the ring post. With no warning he violently yanks it, driving {BLACKED OUT}’s shoulder into the post with an animalistic grunt of pain. He tries to pull his arm back, but Slater pulled back and drives his arm into the post again with a shuddering jolt. This time, before his opponent can move, Slater wraps his legs around the arm and drops back into an excruciating Armbar through the ropes!

Al Laiman: Now that is what I call adaptability! Using your environment to your advantage.

Skylar Marshall: Still convinced it’s only a matter of time, Jerry?

Jerry Andrews: Maybe not, but I’m not entirely convinced of your impartiality in this contest either.

Skylar Marshall: I’m hurt, Jerry.

Powerless to call for a rope-break because of the No DQ rules, referee Burke can only move into position and ask the question of {BLACKED OUT} who is trying desperately to tear his arm free. Repeatedly he tries to break the hold and Burke’s requests for a submission grow louder and more insistent until finally he lashes out with a desperate kick around the ring post, catching Tristan in the ribs. {BLACKED OUT} hits another two before, finally, Slater is forced to release the hold.

{BLACKED OUT} recoils backwards holding his arm and trying to get some feeling back, but Slater refuses to give his that opportunity. He approaches from behind and launches a high and powerful kick straight into the injured arm, bolts of pain through his opponent and knocking him back to the commentary table again. This time Andrews, Laiman and Marshall scatter as Slater rushes forward once more and…. {BLACKED OUT} reacts instinctively and powers him into the air, dropping him with a Hotshot straight onto the edge of the table, enough to drive shocks of pain through his gut.

Now the larger man has his chance to shake some feeling back into his arm, though the effort of throwing Slater into the air may have caused more damage. With at least a small amount of healing done, {BLACKED OUT} refocuses and immediately find a target… that isn’t Slater. His eyes drift to the side of the commentary position and he sets off into the mass of doctors, cameramen and timekeepers who all scramble out of the way. In their absence, they leave the onrushing superstar with everything he’s looking for.

Jerry Andrews: This doesn’t bode well for Slater!

Al Laiman: There’s a bunch of vacant chairs and I don’t think the timekeeper’s going to be sitting on his again after this!

{BLACKED OUT} grabs the first chair that comes to hand and immediately turns and jams it into the ribs of Slater who doubles over in agony. The crowd responds with a cheer and calls for another, but the attack refuses to use the chair again, instead he launches the chair high into the air and into the middle of the ring before grabbing a second chair. This time he slams it over the back of Slater and instantly throws it next to the first chair in the ring. A third follows after another blood-curdling crash over the spine of his opponent and, finally a fourth as Slater collapses on the outside in a heap.

Skylar Marshall can only look on in horror as {BLACKED OUT} throws Slater back into the ring after the chairs and follows after him. Slater tries to scramble to his feet and gain some momentum but the moment he turns around, his opponent is upon him. Before he can react, {BLACKED OUT} lands a brutal Headbutt and follows it with another two that send Slater stumbling back toward the corner. {BLACKED OUT} goes after him and begins to thrash away with a Violence Party combo of strikes faster than the eye can see, driving his opponent deeper into the corner by the second.

With Tristan thoroughly stunned, {BLACKED OUT} pulls away from the corner and moves across the ring, sending another barbed stare toward the PCW President at ringside. With those same malicious eyes he looks back into the corner and charges, aiming a boot straight at his opponent’s head. The Face Wash zones in…. but at the last moment Slater rolls out of the way! The big man kicks thin air and his opponent climbs to his feet on the apron, grabs his arm and drops like a stone to the outside, yanking {BLACKED OUT}’s arm damn near out of its socket!

Jerry Andrews: That could be a separation right there! A vicious Guillotine-type maneuver on the arm from Slater!

As the Untouchable cradles his arm, Slater quickly climbs back onto the apron and then up the turnbuckles, looking to capitalize on his opportunity. He reaches the top and sets himself while turns. He has no way to defend himself as Slater throws himself off the top and slams into him with a Flying Crossbody that sends him crashing back-first into the pile of chairs in the middle of the ring. Slater takes a second to recover himself before jumping on top of his opponent in a lateral press….

One…

Two ...

TH… NO!

There is an audible gasp from the Faithful as they must have thought it was over right there, but {BLACKED OUT} stays in it with a kick out and tries to force himself back to his feet. Slater follows him and goes straight back on the attack, grabbing his opponent by the arm and twisting it behind his back into a Chickenwing and torqueing the shoulder even more. Jamming his foot into the back of his opponent’s knee, Slater forces him down even further to increase the leverage on the hold and again Burke is forced to ask for a submission. There is no answer from {BLACKED OUT} though as he struggles to find an escape. He is too far to get to the ropes so he resorts to power and pain-tolerance instead. He pushes himself through the agony and rolls forward, throwing Slater across the ring.

Slater regains his feet quickly and rushes forward before lunging with a Clothesline that his opponent ducks out of pure instinct. The momentum of Slater is carried into the opposite ropes and he rebounds at pace… straight into a massive Spinebuster on the pile of chairs! Crawling into position, {BLACKED OUT} hooks the leg and makes the pin…

One…

Two….

THR..KICK OUT!

Somehow Slater gets his shoulder up and tries to get to his feet but is met by a strong Forearm to the side of the head from {BLACKED OUT} but he finds the energy to reply with a right hand of his own. Both men begin to exchange blows back and forth with Slater holding his own despite the massive difference in size and strength. Forearms, punches and chops flow to and fro with Tristan wearing down bit by bit until, out of necessity, he lands a sudden and impressive high Dropkick to the face that sends both men to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Both men are down, this match could hinge on who the first man to recover is.

Al Laiman: And if they can take advantage of that opportunity. This match is all about taking whatever chance you can get now.

Both men struggle on the mat for a few moments until they begin to move. Both men crawl to the ropes and begin to pull themselves up, but it’s quickly apparent that both of them have help. Each competitor has a steel chair in hand and is using it to help push themselves to their feet. The first up is Slater as he clutches his back in pain, but he is closely followed by {BLACKED OUT} who is clearly favoring his right arm after the damage done to it. Out of frustration and growing pain, he is the first to react, charging forward and swinging his chair at the head of Slater with uncontrolled and reckless abandon…. But Slater ducks it!

Instead he rushes forward himself and carries all his momentum into the ropes while still holding his chair. {BLACKED OUT}’s implement of carnage was flung with so much abandon that it flies off and lands somewhere near the front row, leaving him to turn and see the image of a running steel chair approaching at pace. Slater swings the chair and…. It crashes straight back into his chest thanks to a massive Big Boot from his opponent!

A surge of adrenaline hits {BLACKED OUT} and the pain in his arm seems to dull momentarily, at least enough for him to grab his opponent by the head, pull him forcefully back to his feet and haul him all the way onto his shoulders in preparation for a Powerbomb. Slater hang in the air for a second, unsure of what is going on and then fights back with a hard right to the top of the head. The shots keep coming, down and down until {BLACKED OUT}’s grip is broken enough for Slater to force himself up and over the top of his swaying opponent.

Jumping behind him, Slater lands on the middle turnbuckle and lashes out with an improvised Solebutt straight to the back of {BLACKED OUT}’s head, dropping him painfully to a knee. Before he can recover, Tristan turns and throws himself off the turnbuckles, grabbing his opponent’s head on the way down and smashing it into the steel chairs with a skull-smashing Flying Bulldog!

Al Laiman: {BLACKED OUT}’s face just got mashed into that steel, he’s got to be out!

Jerry Andrews: But he’s wearing that mask, maybe it blocked some of the impact. Mr Marshall, care to share your thoughts?.... Mr Marshall?

There is no reply from the President as he leans forward in his seat in anticipation while Slater pulls himself on top of his motionless opponent, hooking the leg as an afterthought…

One…

Two….

THREE!

NO!

Somehow the Untouchable gets a shoulder off the mat in time as Slater anxiously asks Nolan Burke if he was sure it was only two. Burke holds his own and waves off the protest, forcing the competitor to climb to his feet and find another way to put his opponent down for good. Climbing up tiredly, Slater begins to pace and look around himself to find a way of beating {BLACKED OUT} that little bit more and he resorts to grabbing a chair.

Even though he instinctively held one earlier in the match, Slater struggles with the idea of using it, preferring to handle matches with his own technical skill. But in the back of his mind he thinks that he might need to break that rule to win this time. He looks at his opponent as he very slowly pushes himself off the mat and tries to get to his feet, then takes aim. {BLACKED OUT} pops his head up and Slater lifts the chair high into the air…… but out of nowhere comes a startling flash of light!

Jerry Andrews: FIREBALL!

A ball of flame looks to engulf the face of Slater and a gasp of astonishment and shock comes from the fans. {BLACKED OUT} acted out of pure desperation and fired his last gasp attack….. but when the light and smoke clears, Slater is still standing, with a grin on his perfectly unharmed face!

Jerry Andrews: What the hell?!

Al Laiman: Look at the chair! The char marks on the steel, he blocked the Fireball with the chair!

With his desperation move all but worthless, {BLACKED OUT} loses all control and throws all his remaining energy into a wild lunge that the fresher Slater catches. In the blink of an eye, Tristan grabs the flailing arm and drops straight into a Crippler Crossface, but before he hooks his hands he grabs the chair and expertly wraps it around the head and neck of his opponent before pulling hard on the weapon itself!

Jerry Andrews: He’s got him in the Crossface! A Chair-Assisted Crippler Crossface!

Skylar Marshall: Hahaha!

{BLACKED OUT} struggles hard, knowing he only has a few moments to escape before the metal of the chair cuts off his circulation or his shoulder finally gives way an seperates. It’s no good though as he is stranded in the middle of the ring. Nolan Burke makes sure he’s in position but still the downed exile refused to give in to the hold. Slater pulls and pulls but the larger man won’t submit… although very quickly he begins to weaken. Somehow, he refrains from tapping to the pain of his shoulder, but slower and slower his actions become until soon there is nothing and the crowd are clapping to try and lift him from his daze. It’s not enough, though, and Burke grabs his arm to make the count….

One….

His arm hits the mat with no response and Burke lifts it for a second time before dropping…

Two….

Still no response and Slater shouts at the referee, “Do it, Ref!”. Burke lifts the arm a third time and drops it…

…But it doesn’t fall! {BLACKED OUT} shows a flash of energy and uses it to suddenly push through all the pain he’s enduring and roll Slater over, landing him on his back in a pinning predicament!

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

NO!!!!

Slater releases the hold at the very last moment in order to break the pin and escape but the reversal has left him stunned and frustrated. Both men struggle to their feet in a daze and take a moment to get their bearings before turning, but {BLACKED OUT} is faster and the takes a wild swing with the Steel Chair he has just removed from around his neck, smashing it over the cranium of his opponent with a horrifying, disgusting crack!

Al Laiman: Slater’s still up…. But I don’t think he knows it, he’s unconscious on his feet!

Slater is still standing, but by the glazed over look in his eyes it’s clear the lights are on but nobody’s home. {BLACKED OUT} throws down the horrendously malformed and dented chair and lifts his hand high into the air. The PCW Faithful respond with a raucous cheer and the Untouchable brings his entire palm down on Slater’s forehead, clenching as hard as he can with an agonizing Vice Grip!

Jerry Andrews: The Beginning, the Iron Claw is locked in! Wait… Mr Marshall, what are you….?

Skylar Marshall: Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure….

Before either Andrews or Laiman can say anything, Marshall throws his headset down and strides to the ring with a strange combination of confident and panic. The PCW President slides into the ring with all the grace of an executive rather than a wrestler and clumsily grabs one of the spare, undamaged steel chairs. The boos ring out around the arena as he takes aim from behind the masked man and slams the chair into his back as hard as he can manage!

…But {BLACKED OUT} barely flinches at the impact. Instead he throws Slater backwards with the Clawing hand and begins to turn. Marshall could have run away in the time it takes him to turn, but he is stunned into stillness like a rabbit in the headlights. Finally, {BLACKED OUT}’s eyes meet Marshall’s and his chest heaves with both exertion and anger.

Jerry Andrews: Was it worth it, Marshall?

The two seem to stay motionless for an eternity as the crowd chant their desire for Marshall to be destroyed until…. Finally Skylar bolts! He clumsily scrambles out of the ring and {BLACKED OUT} takes off after him in a mad, infuriated and yet strangely methodical pursuit, like Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees. Marshall hurries over the nearest security barrier and scurries into the crowd while the ruthless {BLACKED OUT} follows him and leaves Tristan Slater alone in the ring with the referee.

Unable to count out {BLACKED OUT} or rule a no-contest, Burke shrugs his shoulders when Slater asks him what to do. With no other option, Slater shakes his head and makes a beeline for the ropes, climbing to the outside in a still-stunned manner and taking off after his opponent into the crowd, followed shortly thereafter by Burke. There is a period of silence and confusion and the slow dawning that none of the men are coming back and no cameraman was quick enough to follow them either.

Al Laiman: Well…. Now what?!

Winner: ??

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentleman, we seem to have… lost {BLACKED OUT} and Tristan Slater. We can only assume the contest is still continuing and we will try to get an eye on it very soon… but for now, I’m being told that the show must go on.

Al Laiman: The show must go on? That’s the best you’ve got?

Jerry Andrews: It’s ALL I’ve got… and with that, let’s head backstage!

****

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Deadly Intentions IV! Nov 14, 2013 23:49:01 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Nov 14, 2013 23:49:01 GMT -5

****

The camera now catches Tyler Hendrix inside his locker. Both of his hands are fully tapped and ready for battle. He reaches down for his bottle of Coke, and stumbles slighly while trying to pick the bottle up. And in the process of stumbling, and reaching for the bottle at the same time...spills the refreshing bottle of Coke all over the floor.

Tyler: Mother...Fuuu

Tyler quickly regains his composure and takes a few steps backwards while breathing in deeply at the very same time.

Tyler: Relax Tyler... it was only a bottle of soda! They make them every day. There's plenty more where that one came from.

He breathes in deeply once again.

Tyler: Fuck!! It wasn't just a bottle of soda...it was a damn bottle of Coke! Fucking Flying Freebooters...you're going to pay for this you little bastards. This is all your fault!

Tyler slams the door open and heads out to get ready for his match.

****

"Ladies and gentlemen, your next contest of the evening is schedules for one fall!"

The pyro explodes and the music begins as what seems like a million fans each simultaneously scream at the top of their lungs, letting out as much emotion as possible. Tyler Hendrix’s reign has begun.

I wake up to find myself
After all these years
And where all the time has gone

Tyler’s face appears on screen with a sadistic smile.

BOOM!

"If I Die Tomorrow" by Motley Crue hits the speakers.

“Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds and hailing from Miami, Florida, Tyler Hendrix!”

Tyler has made his way down to the ring by now following the huge explosion with Haley by his side, climbing up into a corner and holding his left fist up to pump the crowd up much to their displeasure. As the music fades, he drops to the mat and energetically talks with the referee.

The arena turns red and black, and "Oblivion" by Mastodon hits!

“And his partner, weighing in at two hundred and eight five pounds. He hails from New York, New York, Cory Steel!”

Cory Steel emerges from the back a calm and focused look on his face. He walks down the ramp with no intentions of anything else except winning his match, he rolls under the bottom rope quickly getting to his feet and goes straight to his corner. Taking a hair tie from his pocket he pulls his hair back and then remains still, waiting for their opponents to arrive.

Jerry Andrews: Cory Steel certainly looks determined to win tonight Al.

Al Laiman: When your job is to win, usually you focus on it Jerry.

The arena goes dark as the heavy riffs of Amon Amarth’s “With Odin On Our Side” hits the arena in full force. Suddenly a light shines from behind, illuminating two men. Wasp is obvious in his usual yellow and black garb. However High Tide is not wearing his usual pirate hat, but has instead donned a metal helmet, adorned with Viking horns. The crowd is booing them, but they seem not to notice as they continue on in the dark, the light following them.

“And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy pounds and hailing from Toronto, Canada, your tag team champions, The Flying Freebooters!” The crowd boos as they are announced and the lights slowly begin to come back up.

Wasp takes his place on the apron, and Cory Steel has done the same on the opposite end of the ring.

Al Laiman: What is High Tide doing?

Jerry Andrews: Looks like he is trying to find something.

Sure enough High Tide finds what he is looking for near the announcer’s table, a microphone, and slides into the ring.

“Now before this match starts…” Tide starts to talk but Tyler Hendrix isn’t listening as he immediately sees the advantage, planting High Tide right on to his rear end. Austin Shaw immediately motions for the bell to officially start the match and dives across the ring to retrieve the dropped microphone. He deposits it outside the ring and Tide notices this. As Hendrix approaches, Tide springs up with a thumb to the eye, sending Hendrix into a blind stumble.

Jerry Andrews: The fans are not happy about that dirty move.

Al Laiman: What do you expect from a pirate turned Viking?

Tide follows up the move immediately by slinging himself off the nearest ropes. Tyler Hendrix regains his vision just in time to see High Tide charging at him. There is nothing he can do as he is sent spinning into the mat via a spinning DDT. Tide quickly goes to his corner tagging in Wasp.

Jerry Andrews: There’s a tag early on in this match. The champs are showing why they are the champs.

Al Laiman: Is it beyond you Jerry to say anything original?

Jerry Andrews: Sometimes, I don’t like you.

Wasp gets into the action quickly, pulling Hendrix off the mat. As he does so, Hendrix rams his head upwards, catching Wasp underneath the jaw. Between the pain and the surprise, Wasp falls to the mat on his back and Hendrix goes for a quick cover. 1…2…kickout!

Al Laiman: I hope they don’t ever add that moment into a “How to be a Champ” instructional video.

Jerry Andrews: I didn’t say they were going to the whole time.

Hendrix makes a quick tag to Cory Steel who is eager to get into the ring. When he finally does he makes the most of it. He charges across the ring, surprising High Tide with a shoulder tackle, knocking him off the apron and to the outside. Cory quickly turns on Wasp who has risen and is charging at him. The only thing that connects is Wasp’s face with Steel’s big boot! Wasp is sent crashing to the mat hard.

Cory Steel is not done yet, and he quickly lets it be known. He lifts Wasp up from the mat, and proceeds to lift him up in the air. As he slams Wasp back first into the mat, he sits down. From the sit-out powerbomb he goes right into a pin. 1…2…3NO! High Tide manages to lay a boot across the side of Steel’s face at the last possible second. He doesn’t stop proceeding to stomp on the face of the defenseless Cory Steel. Referee Austin Shaw tries to pull Tide off of him, but he isn’t budging.

Jerry Andrews: If Tide doesn’t leave the ring he risks being disqualified!

Al Laiman: I think he knows that. I also think he doesn’t quite care.

The referee begins the five count but by the time he has gotten to three, Tyler Hendrix who has seen enough, and has been forgotten by everyone has gone around the apron and leaping off the ropes, he unleashes a springboard missile dropkick to the back of Tide. Tide goes tumbling through the ropes to the outside. With both Steel and Wasp still down, Hendrix drags his partner back to their corner. Wasp is stirring, and sees Hendrix’s plan and tries to move quicker.

However Hendrix is now back on the apron, and reaches out to tag himself in on the form of Cory Steel who is propped up against the ropes. Wasp charges, but Hendrix leaps off the ropes again. However the veteran Wasp, expects as much and catches Hendrix midair with a Stinger! Wasp quickly goes for the pin! 1…2….3! NO! Austin Shaw signals that it is not a 3 count, as Hendrix has just managed to get a shoulder up. Frustrated, Wasp stands up, only to be grabbed by the forgotten Cory Steel! Steel sends him into the mat with a hard powerbomb.

Jerry Andrews: I think we know what’s coming!

Al Laiman: Not all of us are psychic Jerry, whatever could it be.

As if one powerbomb was not enough, Cory Steel hoists Wasp up again and slams him back down again. With waning strength, Steel lifts Wasp ones more time, and with a little less momentum, but hard nonetheless, he finishes The Sickest Kill I, by slamming him to the mat. Austin Shaw is ushering Steel out now, but Steel steps around him and drags Hendrix within two feet of Wasp, before exiting the ring. Hendrix, who is stirring, drags himself over and throws an arm over Wasp.

One… Tide has risen and is on the apron.

Two… Tide is suddenly pulled down by Cory Steel and the two brawl on the outside.

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

“The winners of this match by pinfall… Tyler Hendrix and Cory Steel!” the crowd cheers loudly at Mark Long’s proclamation.

Winner(s): Cory Steel and Tyler Hendrix

Jerry Andrews: Steel and Hendrix should be proud of themselves. They really fought hard for that win.

Al Laiman: They took a beating but they were not beat.

“Well, well, well. Congratulations on your win Cory and Tyler, and thank you for proving what I have feared for some time.”

Everybody in the arena turned to stare at the new voice. Tide and Steel had broken apart and Wasp was only slowly rising. Austin Shaw was in the process of raising Hendrix’s hand and they too turned to face the new voice.

Jerry Andrews: Skylar Marshall rears his head yet AGAIN! What is he talking about, though?

Al Laiman: You know if you just piped down for a minute, we’d maybe find out.

Tide and Wasp are not impressed by the sight of Skylar Marshall, one of their most hated enemies, and they quickly make their way to one another, just in case.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m only here for an announcement and since things are a bit ... chaotic out THERE ... I’m going to do this quickly. As you all know, PCW is all about intense competition, being the best of the best. Look at some of the people we have on this roster. Grimm. Ace Anderson. These are some of the best of the best and they only became that way through intense competition. They fought their way to become the best of the best. They earned it. However what is happening here? By here I mean the tag team division. Are you forced to face intense competition?”

“Do you see an abundance of tag teams lining up to face you? No, I didn’t think so. The team you do go against defeats you, and you are the champions. How can you be the best of the best? The tag team division is dead in the water. If you wish to pay last respects to it, you have until the next pay-per-view to do so.” Skylar announces to the shocked arena. Everything seems to be still as Skylar walks away.

Jerry Andrews: Oh boy, the Freebooters are livid! There they go after him! I’d hate to be Skylar Marshall right now. Imagine having to try to decipher an angry wasp and an angry Viking!

Al Laiman: They have every right to be pissed off. Everything they have stood for lately is threatened. Although Skylar makes some good points.

Jerry Andrews: Maybe so, Al ... but I don’t like where this is heading. Let’s head to the back where ...

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We go backstage where a camera has caught up with the human path of destruction that is Tristan Slater and {BLACKED OUT}.

We get bits and pieces of audio but nothing conclusive, but we can definitely see Tristan Slater braining {BLACKED OUT} with a steel chair as he attempts to give himself a little breathing room. Fans are crowding around and the camera is having trouble keeping up, but he manages as Slater hurls the big man into the nearest door. The women’s public restroom. Both men entering the usually off-limits room, sounds of screams can be imagined as several women come running out in terror (and maybe a few staying in there to get their jollies. Who knows?).

The referee runs in behind them and the camera attempts to follow, but in its’ haste ... finds that someone has become entangled in the power cord and ....

BZZZZZZZZZZZZTSQUARRRRRRRRRRRK!

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Deadly Intentions IV! Nov 14, 2013 23:52:36 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Nov 14, 2013 23:52:36 GMT -5

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The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the entrance way for a moment.

Majors looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd.

["You drink the wise blood
You're gonna hear about it
You'll be taken down brick by brick by brick
Burn the orphanage
You're gonna pay for it
They will purify block by block by block"]

Majors stands at the top of the ramp, looking out around the arena.

["'Demons
Come on
You've got a vision
You're on a mission
Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high"]

Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him.

Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron.

["They're gonna bury you
They're gonna finish
They're gonna stand em up six by six by six
You pull the hood back
I wanna know
Which way will the heavenly go?
Taken down, taken down, taken down"]

He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He then stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, stretching and loosening up his body.

"From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 227 pounds: Rick Majors!"

["Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high
And you will answer to no one else but me"]

The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting the start of the match.

“SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!”

The heavy beat of drum and harsh guitar kick in immediately after hearing the voice of Rob Zombie blasting over the PA system. Instinctively the crowd boo as the images of the notorious ‘Born Psycho’ flash across the Tron. The PCW Faithful waits with no lack of vocal attacks for the man himself to arrive but he holds back until Mr Zombie’s voice erupts once more.

“YEAH! RUN AND KILL, DESTROY THE WILL, A HERO THAT DOESN’T EXIST! YEAH! SMOKING GUN, WELL I AM THE ONE, A BULLET HOLE IN YOUR FIST! YEAH!”

Non Compos Mentis walks out onto the stage and the chorus of jeers grows to an even higher level. The man himself merely grins a sadistic smile and holds his arms out in a cross, welcoming the hateful shouts all around him. Revelling in the chaos he begins to make his way down to the ring, striding down the ramp with confidence and purpose as the refrain hits.

“I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”

He reaches the ring and hops onto the apron as the second refrain smashes through the sound system, raising his arm into the air to infuriate the fans further, still grinning.

“I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”

The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM dives straight into the ring and rushes Majors! The music is abruptly cut as referee Steve Shaw calls for the bell, Non Compos Mentis beginning the match with a strong attack!

Jerry Andrews: NCM wasting NO time in getting his hands dirty tonight

Al Laiman: Is it me, or does Shaw look a little nervous?

Jerry Andrews: Well, you can’t blame him, look what’s happened to referees in the past after they oversee one of NCM’s matches!

Al Laiman: Maybe the refs should petition for hazard pay when they’re chosen to officiate an NCM match.

Majors fields the series of blows, giving it as good as he’s getting it, working his way back out of the corner NCM’s ambush forced him into. The two men lock it up in the center of the ring, each jockeying for some sort of leverage to use against their opponent. Struggling and straining, seemingly at an impasse until NCM manages to twist around and get Majors into a headlock! Majors struggles mightily, keeping NCM on the move in an effort to keep the hold secure. Keeping NCM on the move, and walking him straight towards the ropes! Throwing all his weight into it, Majors forces himself and NCM into a bounce off the ropes, using the rebound as momentum to slip out of NCM’s hold and shove him across the ring! NCM hits the ropes on the other side, bouncing off and sending himself BARRELING into Majors with a bullrush!

Majors hits the mat hard, but gets right back up to his feet to resume the attack! A waiting NCM grabs him in another headlock, using it to roll Majors into a takedown! Keeping Majors locked into the hold, NCM barks at Shaw, who slips over to make the count.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like this match might be over sooner rather than later!

Al Laiman: It can’t be over this fast, it’s barely started!

Jerry Andrews: That, my dear man, is what SHE said.

Al Laiman: Not to me she didn’t. Speak for yourself.

Majors REFUSES to submit, his rabid struggling keeping NCM from being able to hold him in a legal pin. NCM shouts at Majors and Shaw indiscriminately, trying to get the former to stay down and the latter to “COUNT IT!!” - Majors continues to struggle, forcing NCM back just enough to gain his footing, bringing both men up to their feet once more! The power struggle CONTINUES in the center of the ring, Majors lurching back to deliver a big right hand into the chest of NCM! Strike after strike, NCM is driven towards the ropes, Majors throwing one last blow to knock NCM off balance INTO the ropes, catching him on the rebound and flinging him into an Irish Whip! NCM hits the turnbuckle chest-first, Majors quick in pursuit and adding a savage dropkick to NCM’s back! Crushed between the turnbuckle and the impact, NCM drops, rolling towards the center of the ring where Majors wraps him up for a pin attempt!

...1!

...2!

- Kickout!

Majors hangs on for another minute until Shaw gets in his face to warn him off, Majors grudgingly letting go of his prize. NCM roughly shrugs off Majors’ touch and clambers to his feet, the two men rushing at each other with deadly intentions to lock up in the center of the ring once more. They struggle for a moment then break, Majors taking the opportunity to dart forward again, NCM deftly sidestepping the attack and jabbing a quick elbow to the back of Majors’ neck! While Shaw issues a token protest to NCM, Majors picks himself up and jumps onto the ropes only to launch himself at NCM’s back, sending both men crashing to the mat!

...1!

Majors kicks out with emphasis, NCM rolling off him just long enough to grab him by the hair, dragging him up to his feet. Leading Majors across the ring with several heavy strikes to the side to motivate him, NCM levels a solid boot to the center of Majors’ back, dropping him to his stomach! Kicking him again, NCM shoves Majors under the bottom ropes, his head hanging precariously out over ringside. With an almost delighted chuckle, NCM jumps up the first two ropes and delivers a punishing legdrop to the exposed head and neck of Rick Majors!!! Majors instinctively curls up around himself, shuddering in pain as NCM struts around the ring, inviting all the jeers and loathing the crowd can possibly muster to throw his way. NCM kneels next to the still prone Majors, throwing an arm over him in a lazy pin attempt.

...1!

...2!

... - Majors kicks out again! A haze of desperate madness falling over his face, he surges up from the mat, knocking NCM off balance with sheer aggression, backing him into a corner with a series of rapid fire strikes! NCM struggles forward, trying to gain ground, but Majors just uses this to drop him with a vicious spear, slamming NCM back first into the turnbuckle! NCM drops face first to the mat, Majors laying into him with a few stomps. Warned away by Shaw, Majors switches it up, climbing a few ropes up and landing an elbow drop onto the stirring form of NCM! Majors roughly pulls NCM together for a pin attempt, shouting at the ref to count it out.

..1!

...2!

... - Kickout!

At the last second, Majors manages to kick out yet again, knocking an irate NCM flat on his ass for a few seconds...but ONLY a few seconds. NCM jumps up, grabbing Majors’ arm and hauling him to his feet, screaming incoherently at Majors as he tows him around the ring in a dragging armbar. With a display of savage agility, Majors twists out of NCM’s grip and begins a barrage of strikes! Knees, elbows, rights and lefts, he absolutely unloads on the the Hobo King! Impact after impact, NCM is steadily driven across the ring and back into the corner, Majors driving his shoulder into NCM’s chest to force him hard against the turnbuckle; taking a step back to wind up for a final lights out - only to be met by a big boot to the midsection! Majors reels back, both hands going to his chest and clearly struggling to breathe, dropping to his knees with his breath coming in ragged, choking gasps.

Jerry Andrews: Oh NO...this won’t end well.

Al Laiman: Haven’t you been paying attention? It’s what Majors wants.

NCM saunters forward, a rictus grin etched deep into his features, bursts of maniacal laughter punctuating the raucous jeers of the crowd. Majors begins to pull himself together as NCM nears, kneeling as upright as possible and looking up into the face of his opponent with a strange blend of desperation and...hope? NCM watches as Majors raises his arms out to the sides, whether in invitation or supplication is unclear. NCM shrugs and turns, bounding towards the ropes -

Al Laiman: He’s going to do it!

Jerry Andrews: Not that! Majors might not come back from that!

- NCM prints directly into the ropes to take the rebound, using the momentum to power his elbow directly into Majors’ face in a brutally delivered Psychotic Break!! Majors CRASHES back to the mat, completely senseless, a trickle of blood beginning to spread against the white surface below. NCM drops down and ties Majors up in a pin, Shaw moving in to make the count.

...1!

...2!

...3!!

Shaw signals for the bell, raising NCM’s hand as the winner!

“Your Winnerrrrrrr ... NON COMPOS MENNNNNNTIS!

Winner: Non Compos Mentis via Pinfall

As Rob Zombie’s “Scum of the Earth” begins to blare out of the PCW speakers, heralding Non Compos Mentis’ victory in the ring, NCM slinks towards ringside as medical personnel move forward to check on the now-moving form of Rick Majors. NCM makes his way up the ramp when two blurs from the backstage area manifest into a surprise attack!

Jerry Andrews: What the hell?!

Al Laiman: You’ve got to be KIDDING me!

The Flying Freebooters are on the scene, HAMMERING away at Non Compos Mentis in an unprovoked attack of opportunity! NCM twists this way and that, trying to get to a higher ground to work from, trying to get ANYWHERE so long as it’s away from the unexpected salvo being delivered his way!

Jerry Andrews: The Born Psycho seems to be really struggling here, he’s not making any headway!

Al Laiman: Unfair odds, but maybe now he knows what it feels like when he sics his hobos on someone.

Wasp and High Tide are wearing NCM down, dropping the man to his knees just as arena security arrives on the scene! The Flying Freebooters are pulled away as NCM is assisted to his feet; no sooner does he gain his ground than he shakes off the helping hands and makes his own way to the back as we follow them part of the way, going to ...

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"Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a GRUDGE match ... !"

'Super Soul Fighter' by Lenny Kravitz hits the speakers.

"Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring... Q!"

The sound of rocket ships can be heard in the background. The low ... but steadily rising rumble of engines. WHOOSH. KSSSSSSSSH. The doors open and ...

... out rolls the FUNK. Q steps out as the music starts, the crowd getting into that fresh, tasty jam. He's smiling and bobbing his head as he walks to the ring in step with the beat. Slapping hands. Kissing babies. Showing off signs dedicated to him, or anything he thinks is creative or noteworthy. The lights pulsate in multi-colored hues. the music kicking into full swing as he finishes his walk to the ringside area.

The atmosphere has shifted from one of combat to one of FUN.

As he enters the ring, he catapults himself over the top rope and rolls in, sprinting towards the hard camera and getting RIGHT in its' focus, shaking it and directing it out to the crowd in attendance ... who are engaging in a party as he waits to start.

"... and his opponent..."

"Circus Envy" by R.E.M. hits the speakers.

"About to make his way to the ring, NATHAN SANITI!"

The music starts as Saniti strolls out from the back. He pays no attention whatsoever to the jeers of the audience. Standing atop the ramp, cane planted firmly in front of him, purple smoke envelopes Saniti completely. Just as the smoke enshrines him, a line of pyro blasts a path straight down to the bottom of the ramp. Once the smoke clears from the final boom, Saniti has appeared! He then casually strolls up to the steps and into the ring, his unsettling and unhinged smile decorating his face.

DING DING DING!

The PCW crowd explodes as the opening bell to this highly anticipated contest at Deadly Intentions sounds off. Saniti and Q gaze across the ring from each other before walking out towards the center of the ring. The crowd gets louder and louder with anticipation. Flash bulbs start flicking off throughout the entire building as the two men start smack talking back and forth before Saniti shoves Q back several feet. Q comes back with a shove of his own before it breaks down into a flurry of right hands from both Q and Saniti. Saniti lands a shot, Q comes back with a shot, Saniti lands another shot, Q comes back with a right hand before being raked in the eyes by Saniti. The crowd boos as Nathan takes Q back into a neutral corner and begins biting him across the bridge of the nose!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Saniti releases the bite before the referee's five count to avoid Disqualification. The referee admonishes Saniti, Nathan completely ignores the referee as he takes Q back into the ropes before hurling him across the ring, Q bounces off the ropes where he counters a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker with a Arm Drag take over! Both Saniti and Q reach a vertical base where Q takes Saniti up in the air with a Fireman's Carry before turning in circles with an Airplane Spin to the delight of the crowd! Round and round we go where we stop only Q knows! Finally Q stops spinning before delivering a Death Valley Driver! There's a massive ovation from the crowd as Q manages to make the cover hooking the nearest leg.

1 ...

2 ...

--

Saniti throws a shoulder up off the mat at the very last second to a gasp from the crowd. Q doesn't waist time as he works his way to his feet. Q comes forward where he reaches down to pick Saniti up, yet it's Saniti who counters with a jaw breaker! Saniti reaches his feet where he delivers a boot to the midsection that doubles Q over. Saniti takes full control as he hoists Q up in the air before running towards a neutral corner where he throws Q into the buckles with a running Powerbomb! The crowd boos loudly as Saniti starts stomping away at the chest and ribs of Q before dragging him out to the center of the ring where Saniti drops down into the cover hooking the nearest leg.

1!

2!

--

Q throws a shoulder up off the mat to a huge pop from the crowd. Saniti begins choking away at Q forcing Marcos to lay the five count to him. Saniti releases the choke before getting himself disqualified. Marcos admonishes Saniti as Nathan reaches his feet. Nathan blows past the referee where he looks to pick Q up, yet it's Q who counters with an Inside Cradle!

1!

2!

--

Saniti escapes the near fall where both men reach a vertical base. Saniti swings at Q, Q blocks before countering with an over the shoulder throw! Q doesn't releases the right arm of Saniti which allows him to transition into a Cross Arm Breaker! The crowd roars as Q cranks back on the hold! Marcos Cruz is in prime position as he asks Saniti to surrender! Nathan refuses and it's Q who continues to crank back harder and harder on the right arm with the Cross Arm Breaker! Saniti manages to clasp his hands together before working his way to his knees, he stands up before hoisting Q up in the air and drives him back down into the mat! It's Saniti who starts working his way to his feet first where he's able to execute March Hare Hop! Saniti makes the cover hooking the near leg.

1!

2!

3--

Q throws a shoulder up off the mat at the very last second to a massive gasp from the crowd. Saniti cuts his eyes towards the referee as he makes his way back to a vertical base. Saniti reaches down picking Q up before taking him back into the ropes, Saniti shoots Q across the ring, Q bounces off the ropes ducking under a Saniti clothesline where he bounces off the near side and delivers Heaven-and-earth throw! The crowd pops for Q as both he and Saniti lay on the mat forcing Marcos to start the ten-count on both men.

1!

2!

3!

4!

--

Q manages to roll over draping an arm over the chest of Saniti!

1!

2!

3--

Saniti throws a shoulder up off the mat to a massive gasp from the crowd. A massive "Q, Q, Q, Q" chant picks up throughout the PCW arena as Q rolls out to the ring apron before pulling himself to his feet using the ropes. Q waits for Saniti who starts to push himself up off the mat, once he's near a vertical base Q sling shots himself over the top rope and delivering a Monkey Flip, Saniti quickly rolls through where he delivers a straight kick to the temple of Q! Saniti picks Q up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes. Saniti looks to fire Q across the ring, Q reverses and it's Saniti who bounces off the ropes but is able to deliver a Flying Corkscrew Elbow which connects! The crowd boos as Saniti rolls Q over making the cover.

1!

2!

...

The crowd roars as Q throws a shoulder up off the mat at the very last possible second! Saniti can't believe it! He pounds the mat out of sheer frustration before working his way back to his feet where he gets in the face of Marcos Cruz, complaining of a slow count. The crowd begins to buzz as Q starts to work his way back to his feet! Marcos shows Saniti how close he was but it does no good. Saniti turns around where he's met by a double leg take down by Q, Q flips over Saniti stacking his shoulders to the mat!

1!

2!

Saniti escapes the near fall as a massive "PCW, PCW, PCW" chant begins to echo throughout the PCW Arena as both Saniti and Q quickly scramble to their feet. Saniti charges towards Q where Q ducks a running clothesline that sends Saniti bouncing off the near side, Q charges and bounces off the far side before delivering the QFT! Saniti is drilled but the momentum sends Saniti rolling out to the floor. Q realizes what's happened and rolls out to the floor after Saniti. Q looks to pick Nathan up only to be met with a low blow out of the vision of the referee! The crowd boos intently as Q crumbles to the floor and Saniti makes his way to a vertical base. Saniti picks Q up before sending him crashing into the steel ring steps.

Marcos lays the count to both men. It's Sanity who slides into the ring before rolling back out to the floor. Saniti reaches down picking Q up off the floor, he scoops him up over his shoulder before looking to ram him into a ring post! Q manages to slide down the back of Saniti while shoving him forward and it's Saniti who's sent smacking face and shoulder first off the ring post! The crowd pops for Q as he reaches down picking Saniti up off the floor where he tosses him back into the ring. Q slides in after Saniti where he makes the cover hooking the near leg.

1!

2!

Saniti throws a shoulder up off the mat to another gasp from the crowd. Q starts to work his way back to a vertical base where he reaches down picking Saniti up. Q takes Saniti back into the ropes where he shoots him across with an Irish Whip, Saniti bounces off the ropes and into a drop toe hold by Q! Q transitions into an Oklahoma Roll!

1!

2!

--

Saniti escapes again! Another massive chant of "PCW, PCW, PCW" echo's throughout the PCW Arena as Q is the first to his feet where he sets Saniti up for a second Pounce. Saniti starts working his way back to his feet, once he's standing Q explodes towards him looking for another QFT! Saniti manages to avoid the contact by side stepping which sends Q bouncing off the ropes and into a boot to the midsection by Saniti before Saniti drives him into the mat with the Unreality Check! Saniti makes the cover hooking the nearest leg.

1!

2!

...

... 3!!!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Nathan Saniti

"The winner of this contest, NATHAN SANITI!"

Nathan works his way to his feet where his arm is raised in victory to boos from the crowd. Marcos opts to check on Q while Nathan walks towards his corner retrieving his Top Hat. Saniti walks back towards Q. Marcos Cruz tries to stop Saniti but Nathan shoves Marcos back into a neutral corner before reaching down and picking Q up off the mat. Saniti stands Q up before taking the Top Hat and placing it over Q's head! The crowd can't believe what they're witnessing as Q's body starts to disappear into the hat! Saniti's Top Hat swallows Q up before quickly shrinking back to it's normal size.

Saniti picks up the Top Hat to loud boos from the crowd. He panders to the crowd drawing even more heat before there's a massive ovation for.... KELLI STARR! Starr hits the ring where she instantly takes Saniti down with a double leg take down before hammering away with right hands to the face of Saniti! The PCW Arena is on fire as Starr continues hammering away at Nathan's face! Nathan finally tosses Starr off his body before rolling out to the floor! Starr reaches her feet before bouncing off the far side, she gains more momentum before diving out through the top and middle rope with a Suicide Dive which drives Saniti back into the barricade while Starr lands on her feet!

Kelli hammers away at Saniti before bringing him around the ring where she lays him across the announcers table! Starr quickly rolls into the ring where she reaches her feet before springing boarding off the top rope with a splash that sends Saniti crashing through the table! "PCW, PCW, PCW, PCW" echo's throughout the building as Security emerges from the locker room area separating Kelli Starr from a down and out Nathan Saniti.

Jerry Andrews: We’re going to try to get control of this crazy situation before our next match starts, let’s get a quick word from one of tonight’s sponsors!

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Deadly Intentions IV! Nov 14, 2013 23:54:03 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Nov 14, 2013 23:54:03 GMT -5

****

The next match setup finds Dollface already standing in the ring, fired up and ready to wreck someone after her encounter with N. Saniti. Pacing the ring with frenetic energy, she bounces from corner to corner, playing it up to the crowd as she waits for Arica to make her appearance.

Jerry Andrews: Dollface seems pretty anxious to begin tonight after that candy-coated beatdown she gave to Saniti.

Al Laiman: She can deal with the wait - anything that delays a Taylor Swift tune is fine by me.

With those words, the lights cut out completely, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness as Taylor Swift’s “I Knew You Were Trouble” blares out through the PCW speakers. As the distinctive voice of Taylor Swift sings “Trouble, trouble, trouble,” a spotlight flashes on Trouble each time her name is sung and the crowd can barely make out Trouble standing in the middle of the ramp as the spotlight flashes. Eventually the lights come back on, and she is standing in the middle of the ring, staring down an unusually aggressive looking Starr. Arica climbs a turnbuckle to anger the crowd more, shouting insults to the fans and tossing in a few slurs about Starr for good measure.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Ms. Lewitt is really giving the fans a reason to pour on the heat tonight.

Al Laiman: I’ll have you know some people make a very good living with that sort of mindset.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see how it works out for Arica.

Without warning, Kelli decides she’s had quite enough, rushing at Arica who’s still perched on the turnbuckle! The crowd’s shift in reaction is all the warning Arica needs to avoid the incoming “sneak" attack, the diminutive daredevil launching herself into an acrobatic backflip to land square on the mat at Kelli’s back! Noal Burke hastily calls for the bell as the match begins, Arica rushing forward to put Kelli in a tight headlock, her feet leaving the ground as Kelli drops to her knees and jerks her upper body forward! With Trouble at the apex of the swing, Dollface powers upwards with her legs to force Arica to release her grip, sending the smaller combatant back-first to the mat with authority! Dollface springs up, delivering a stomp onto the briefly stunned body of Trouble, lining up another one but Arica quickly regroups and rolls away! Kelli is sent staggering back with lost balance, Arica quick on the attack and pursuing her across the ring. Kelli’s back finds the ropes, Arica using her forward momentum to shove Dollface against them, catching her on the rebound and swinging her into an Irish Whip!

Al Laiman: You gotta admit, Jerry, Trouble knows how to work the ring.

Jerry Andrews: She’s the smallest on the roster, arguably the smallest talent PCW has ever seen, she’s GOT To know how to compete against her larger opponents.

Kelli bounces off the ropes one more time, straight into a waiting clothesline! Dollface goes down in a heap, Arica following her down for an optimistic pin attempt.

...-Kickout!!

Starr kicks out before the one-count, Trouble “accidentally” grinding a knee into her opponent’s side as she rises from the hold, dancing a few steps back as Kelli gains her feet. Dollface charges forward on the attack, a barrage of strikes keeping Trouble on the defensive! Arica busies herself with avoiding the heavy damage attack from the former MMA fighter, dropping to the mat and rolling towards Starr in an attempt to trip her, but no! Kelli leaps over the form below her, landing cleanly and diving towards a somewhat disoriented Arica, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and yanking Trouble up to her feet, using the head as a pivot point to walk Arica over to the ropes! Kelli moves as if to climb the ropes, then glances down at Trouble and shakes her head, throwing her opponent THROUGH the ropes and onto the ringside mats below!

Jerry Andrews: Did you SEE that?!

Al Laiman: See what, the woman that just crashed to the floor right in front of our table? Nah. Missed it.

Instead of waiting, Kelli rolls under the bottom rope and joins the still-groggy Trouble, BODILY HEFTING the smaller competitor onto her shoulders and literally throwing her back into the ring under the ropes! With a single, fluid motion Dollface follows her in and stands, scaling

Kelli quickly crab walk-skitters away as Arica lurches to her feet - but not quickly enough. Arica dives in with a bullrush, the back of Kelli’s head slamming into the mat with a resounding thud! Burke is immediately present, motioning Lewitt back and checking on the fallen Starr. After a moment of head-lolling dizziness, Kelli shoves Burke unceremoniously away and clambers to her feet, leaning back against the turnbuckle and tossing Arica an obscene gesture.

Jerry Andrews: Well, THAT wasn’t ladylike.

Al Laiman: I’d say it was appropriately inappropriate, given the circumstances.

Lewitt just smirks and yells something just barely inaudible across the ring, sending both women charging across the ring towards each other with violence in mind! Leading in with a few heavy chops, Trouble hammers away with a rapid-fire salvo, always staying just a step ahead of Nolan Burke’s warning whistle. Badgering Kelli into the corner, Arica keeps on the offensive, brutalizing Dollface with a barrage of barely-legal strikes. As Kelli weaves, disoriented, Trouble manages through sheer adrenaline-fueled aggression to heft Kelli onto her shoulders!

Jerry Andrews: An AMAZING show of strength from Lewitt!

Al Laiman: Big deal, ants are small and they can lift 20 times their own body weight.

With Dollface balanced precariously on Trouble’s shoulders, Arica strains and manages to shift Kelli vertical a split second before dropping her into a hellacious backtoss piledriver!! Kelli Starr hits the mat with a shuddering slam, Trouble dropping to her knees in exhaustion next to her opponent to make the pin, Burke slipping into place to count it out -

- And the bell sounds, marking the end of the Genesis match for Deadly Intentions 4!

Jerry Andrews: I don’t believe it! After all that, Kelli Starr retains the Genesis Championship!

Al Laiman: She’s going to have to try harder next time, she can’t depend on a time limit to save her for every defense.

Winner: Draw via Time Limit

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Deadly Intentions IV! Nov 14, 2013 23:55:21 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Nov 14, 2013 23:55:21 GMT -5

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"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW North American Championship!"

"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens.

”Introducing first, the challenger, from Brick, New Jersey...."

A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection.

” ... weighing in at 253 pounds and at a height of six foot three: “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght!!!"

Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring. He walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena.

”And, his opponent....."

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

The familiar thudding introduction of "Galvanise" by Chemical Brothers announces the arrival of Tyler Scott. After a momentarily pause, the curtain flings back and out strolls Tyler Scott to a mixture of cheers and jeers. Having appeared wearing a red and black leather biker jacket, he soon gives it up, sliding off and flinging it to the side of the entrance ramp.

” ... he is the PCW North American Champion, from London, England, weighing in at 230 pounds and at a height of six foot one: The British Lion...Tyler Scott!!!"

Scott heads to the ring, staying his usual focused self. He climbs into the ring and walks to the centre where he stares intensely into the crowd. He mouths a few obscenities, possibly as provocation to the crowd, possibly as encouragement to himself, before beginning his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest.

Referee AJ Bennett takes the PCW North American Championship from Tyler Scott and he holds it above his head in the center of the ring.

Al Laiman: That’s what this is all about folks, the PCW North American Championship!

Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott has held that championship since the beginning of October, after defeating the former champion Kelli Starr and Andy D in a triple threat match.

Al Laiman: And tonight he’ll be defending it against Michael Wryght. This should be a good one!

The crowd cheers as the bell rings and the two men meet in the middle of the ring. They lock up. Michael Wryght shoves Tyler Scott backwards. Scott shakes it off and the two men meet again in a lock up. This time Scott is the one who shoves Michael Wryght away. They approach each other one more time and lock up once more. Michael Wryght backs Tyler Scott into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break and he gets one.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like there’s a bit of a feeling out process going on here in this match.

Al Laiman: These two guys aren’t that familiar with each other in the ring and it looks like neither man wants to take a chance and make a big mistake in the early going.

Once again, he two men meet in the center of the ring. This time, Wryght quickly drives his knee into Scott’s midsection. Scott doubles over and Showtime hits him with an elbow to the back of the head. Tyler Scott drops to one knee. Michael Wryght now bends down to pull Scott back up to his feet, but Tyler Scott responds with a strong elbow to the stomach. Wryght is staggered as Tyler Scott gets back to his feet. Tyler Scott now with a knife edge chop that sends Michael Wryght stumbling backwards.

Jerry Andrews: Now this is becoming a very physical match!

Al Laiman: I love it!

Tyler Scott now runs at Michael Wryght with a clothesline. Wryght dodges out of the way and he drives his knee into Scott’s midsection. Michael Wryght now grabs Scott, sets him up, and he drops him down to the mat with a suplex. Michael Wryght quickly gets to his feet and he drops an elbow on Tyler Scott. Wryght goes for a quick cover, but Tyler Scott kicks out at one.

Al Laiman: No chance that cover was going to end the match!

Jerry Andrews: But it did force Tyler Scott to use some extra energy to kick out.

Al Laiman: Exactly. Tactics like that could pay off in the long run if this match goes a long time.

Michael Wryght pulls Tyler Scott up to his feet and he Irish whips him across the ring and into the corner. Scott hits the turnbuckle hard. Michael Wryght follows him and he hits him with a stiff chop to the chest. Then another. And another. Michael Wryght backs up and Tyler Scott staggers out of the corner. Wryght quickly kicks him in the stomach and then drives him head-first into the mat with a single-arm DDT.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Michael Wryght is firmly in control of this match at this point.

Al Laiman: But things can change so quickly in PCW! Mr. Showtime knows that as well as anyone!

Michael Wryght goes for another cover and the referee starts to count:
1...
2...
Tyler Scott kicks out at two.

Jerry Andrews: A two count there!

Michael Wryght once again pulls Tyler Scott off of the canvas. He sets him up for another suplex. Scott blocks it. Wryght tries again, but Scott again blocks the maneuver. Now Tyler Scott shifts his weight and he lifts Michael Wryght up, dropping him down to the mat with a suplex of his own!

Jerry Andrews: Great reversal there by Tyler Scott!

Scott now is the first man up to a vertical base. He waits for Showtime to get to his feet and, when he does, Tyler Scott hits him with a swift roundhouse kick to the midsection. Scott follows that up with a strong elbow strike that staggers Michael Wryght. Tyler Scott now leaps up and he hits Wryght with a missile dropkick! Wryght staggers backwards and he falls through the ropes, to the outside of the ring. The crowd cheers the move loudly!

Jerry Andrews: Michael Wryght knocked to the outside now!

Tyler Scott follows Wryght to the outside of the ring and the referee restarts his count at one. Michael Wryght is just getting back to his feet when Tyler Scott clotheslines him down to the floor. Scott then pulls Wryght back up and he hits him with an implant DDT onto the thin mats around ringside!

Al Laiman: Ouch! What a move!

Jerry Andrews: Tyler Scott really taking it to the former PCW World Champion!

Tyler Scott gets to his feet. The referee’s count is at six. Scott pulls Showtime up and he rolls him back into the ring. Scott follows him into the ring, stopping the referee’s count at eight. Tyler Scott now pulls Michael Wryght back up. Wryght suddenly ducks and he gets under Scott, lifting him up with a back body drop that sends Tyler Scott over the ropes and back to the outside again!

Al Laiman: Woah! Tyler Scott tossed over the ropes and back outside the ring!

Michael Wryght drops down to the mat, catches his breath for a second and then he rolls under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring. He pulls Tyler Scott up. Scott shoves him backwards. Wryght grabs him again. Scott with an elbow to the head. Scott grabs Wryght now, but Michael Wryght shoves Scott away this time. Wryght now with a forearm to Scott’s head. Scott is staggered, but he responds with a stiff forearm of his own. Wryght responds to that shot with a shot to Scott’s face. Scott responds with a fist of his own.

Jerry Andrews: These two men are going blow-for-blow outside the ring!

Al Laiman: Each man has a lot to prove in this match and it shows!

Jerry Andrews: Of course Showtime wants the title that Tyler Scott brought to the ring and Tyler Scott wants to pick up a huge win tonight against a tough competitor in Michael Wryght.

Al Laiman: And look at them go at it! Neither man is giving an inch!

Finally, Michael Wryght gets the upper hand when he clotheslines Tyler Scott down to the floor. Michael Wryght rolls into the ring briefly to restart the referee’s count. He returns to the outside when Tyler Scott is getting to his feet. Michael Wryght pulls him up the rest of the way. He now sets Tyler Scott up and he drops him stomach-first onto the guardrail! Michael Wryght now hits Tyler Scott with a European uppercut as Scott is draped across the guardrail!

Al Laiman: Boom!

Scott falls off of the barrier and he falls down to the mats at ringside with a thud. Michael Wryght now pulls Tyler Scott up and he whips him into the ring post.

Jerry Andrews: Ooh! Tyler Scott was just sent face-first into that steel post!

Al Laiman: He could be knocked out cold!

Michael Wryght pulls Tyler Scott up and he rolls him into the ring. Mr. Showtime follows Scott into the ring. Showtime with a cover now:
1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: No! A kickout at two!

Michael Wryght pulls Tyler Scott up to his feet, but suddenly Tyler Scott explodes with a dropkick out of nowhere!

Al Laiman: Where did THAT come from!?

Jerry Andrews: I have no idea!

Both men are down on the mat now. Tyler Scott rolls over to the ropes and he uses them to pull himself up to his feet. He turns and looks over at Michael Wryght, who is getting to his knees now.

Jerry Andrews: Both men getting back up now.

Al Laiman: Neither man has an ounce of quit in their bodies. Michael Wryght wants that title. Tyler Scott wants this big win. What is going to happen now.

Tyler Scott charges at Michael Wryght just as he is standing up. Scott extends his arm for a clothesline, but Michael Wryght does the same! Both men are knocked down to the canvas!

Jerry Andrews: A double clothesline! They’re both down again!

This time Michael Wryght gets back to his feet first, a second or two before Tyler Scott. Wryght walks towards Scott and Scott swings at him with a right hand. Wryght ducks it, kicks Scott in the stomach and quickly hits him with a single arm DDT!

Jerry Andrews: Michael Wryght with a cover now!

Al Laiman: One.... two....

Jerry Andrews: .....and a kickout!

Michael Wryght stands up once more. He pulls Tyler Scott up and grabs him from behind. He then hooks Scott’s head and arm....

Jerry Andrews: “The Sweetness” coming up!

Al Laiman: That’s it!

Suddenly Tyler Scott breaks free! He leaps up and he hits Showtime with an enziguri! Tyler Scott now grabs Michael Wryght’s legs.....

Jerry Andrews: Sharpshooter!

Al Laiman: He’s got it locked in!

Michael Wryght struggles in the hold. He claws at the mat, trying to drag himself over to the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: He’s a long way from the ropes.....

Al Laiman: This is a very bad situation for Michael Wryght. He may have no choice but to tap out here.

Tyler Scott leans back, pulling back on Michael Wryght’s legs. The two men are still near the center of the ring. The referee asks Michael Wryght if he’d like to submit. Michael Wryght shakes his head no. The crowd is on their feet as Tyler Scott clamps down even further, increasing the pain for Michael Wryght. Wryght is clawing at the mat, very slowly moving himself towards the ropes, Tyler Scott fighting him every step of the way.

Al Laiman: The pain Michael Wryght is experiencing right now must be terrible. I’m not sure how long he can stay in this hold.

Michael Wryght is now inches from the ropes. He reaches his hand out, but he’s just not close enough. The referee asks him again. Michael Wryght puts his head down on the mat. The referee asks him for an answer. Tyler Scott tightens his grip. The referee now demands that Michael Wryght respond.

Jerry Andrews: This has gotta be it folks.

Michael Wryght is in incredible pain as the referee asks him if he’d like to continue. Michael Wryght drops his head down to the mat once more. He lifts his arm in the air and drops it down.

Al Laiman: He did it!

Jerry Andrews: He got to the ropes! The referee has to break this hold now!

Tyler Scott responds to the referee’s count and he breaks the hold.

Jerry Andrews: This match continues, but has the damage been done?

Tyler Scott pulls Michael Wryght up to his feet now. Suddenly, Michael Wryght rolls Tyler Scott up!
1.....
2.....

Jerry Andrews: That’s it! He got him!

Al Laiman: He got the three!?

Jerry Andrews: No! Wait! The referee is showing two!

Al Laiman: Was that ever close! Tyler Scott kicked out right before the three count!

Tyler Scott pulls Michael Wryght up once again. He Irish whips him towards the corner. Michael Wryght reverses it and he sends Tyler Scott crashing into the turnbuckle. The impact causes Tyler Scott to collapse to the mat. Still in pain from the sharpshooter, Michael Wryght slowly walks over towards Tyler Scott. He grabs Scott’s knee and drops an elbow. Then another. Michael Wryght then grabs Scott’s other leg and he tucks it underneath the knee.

Jerry Andrews: Michael Wryght is setting up “The Spotlight!”

Tyler Scott reaches up and he grabs Michael Wryght’s head, rolling him up!

1.....
2.....

Jerry Andrews: And he.... no! Kickout at two!

Al Laiman: Another very near fall there!

Both men stand up now, facing one another. Suddenly, Tyler Scott grabs Michael Wryght!

Jerry Andrews: SUDDEN IMPACT!

Al Laiman: You’re telling me! Out of NOWHERE!

Tyler Scott goes for the cover now:
1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: And..... Yes!

Al Laiman: He got him!

Tyler Scott rolls off of Showtime and the referee raises his hand in victory.

"Here is your winner, and STILL PCW North American Champion: TYLER SCOTT!"

The crowd stands and cheers as Tyler Scott is handed the PCW North American Championship. Scott uses the ropes to get to his feet and he raises the title above his head.

Jerry Andrews: An impressive title defense here tonight from Tyler Scott.

Al Laiman: These two guys threw everything they had at one another and Tyler Scott came out victorious!

Winner: Tyler Scott

Tyler Scott now rolls under the ropes and he walks up the aisle, holding the PCW North American Championship in the air.

Al Laiman: Well, coming up next ladies and gentlemen....

Jerry Andrews: Wait... what!?

Back inside the ring, Michael Wryght is just getting back up to his feet when he’s attacked by Justin Michaels!

Al Laiman: Stormm just attacked Michael Wryght!

Jerry Andrews: These two men have quite a history with one another!

Stormm now clotheslines Showtime over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. He then follow him to the outside. Referee AJ Bennett tries to stop the fight, but it’s useless. Stormm pulls Michael Wryght up to his feet and he starts unloading on him with rights and lefts. The crowd is on their feet as Michael Wryght staggers up the entrance way. Stormm follows him now and the two men disappear behind the curtain.

Last Edit: Nov 14, 2013 23:55:54 GMT -5 by Murdoc

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Deadly Intentions IV! Nov 15, 2013 0:00:12 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Nov 15, 2013 0:00:12 GMT -5

“Ladies and gentlemen...”

Pure Class Arena goes dim save the lights on the stage and a lone spotlight illuminating Mark Long inside the ring.

“The following Submission Match is for the Pure Class Wrestling International Championship!”

An unfamiliar bass-snare beat accompanied by harmonic humming begins closing on the crowd from all sides. It's a familiar voice that follows, though it doesn't belong to Mark Long.

Al Laiman: Wait, what? Is that...

Jerry Andrews: It's The Captain!!

Alejandro Walker: It's my great pleasure to introduce to you...

The Faithful explode to hear the Captain's voice, and the din rises as he appears on the stage. 'Made' by DubFX accelerates and intensifies as blue and gold lights strobe across the ramp.

Alejandro Walker: From West Newbury, Mass, six-six and full o' piss, he's your International Champion... Ace Anndersonnn!

On cue with the lyrics, a shower of golden sparks rain from the PCWTron's rigging and Ace Anderson arrives on stage, the International Championship strapped around his waist.

I've got my eyes open wide to the ceiling
I'm lying on my back in the center of a room.
I've got a voice giving me a funny feeling,
It's telling me the world's gonna end a-real soon.

I've gotta get a job otherwise I'm unappealing,
Do my little dance for the man and consume.
So I let my energy build for the healing
So I can rain down with my supersonic boom, I'm...

Ace meets the Captain halfway down the ramp as DubFX continues to pump up the Faithful via Ace's brand new entrance theme.

...So I will appreciate the future of a day
When the clouds open up and scream
And I sing now!

I ain't gonna spend my time, wondering why
I never Made it, no.
I've already Made it...

Jerry Andrews: Is it possible Ace Anderson has a new manager?

Al Laiman: Who saw this one coming, Jerry? Not this guy!

Jerry Andrews: I'm at a loss, Al. Why?

Al Laiman: A vote of confidence from the Pure Class Brass is my guess, Jerry.

Ace and The Captain are taking their time getting to the ring, stopping to high-five the fans along the ramp who are in an absolute frenzy in anticipation for the match-up.

It's times like this I need to lose my inhibitions,
Raise my fist and forget about decisions.
Help assist in the party that I'm giving,
Take on the vibe, soon you will be singing,
It's times like this...

Finally Ace reaches the ring and stops at the apron. The verse intensifies, repeating the mantra until he raises a single fist, sending blue and gold fireworks from the ringposts to the rafters.

I ain't gonna spend my time, wondering why
I never Made it...

I already Made it...

In traditional fashion he makes a great two-footed leap to the apron; he enters the ring through the second rope and raises his International Championship high in the air. DubFX fades as he hands the Championship off the Eddie Lane and begins to stretch, now focused on the task at hand.

Jerry Andrews: This managerial decision came out of the ether, Al. The question is: does it give Ace Anderson an advantage?

Al Laiman: Not directly. I've done some work as a manager myself, and sometimes it's good to have another set of eyes.

Jerry Andrews: Do you expect to see the Untouchables involved in the match-up? Does Ace?

Al Laiman: I can't say for certain, but if I know MONROE, he'll want this to be a straight-up contest. I just don't know if the Untouchables will respect that wish.

Jerry Andrews: Only time will tell.

Al Laiman: I didn't know you listened to DubFX, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: Huh?

“And now, the challenger...”

Back in the ring, Mark Long's prepared to introduce MONROE.

“Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhh woman I can’t feel a thing…”

With a smooth, clean vocal lead in from Gary Clark Jr. the sound of static washes over the crowd. The lights fade to black, and soon the PCW arena is bathed in a silver hue.

“Yeah I’m numb….Yeeeeeeeeeaaahhh woman I can’t feel a thing…”

Slowly, the psychedelic grove of the electric guitar grinds its way through the P.A. system, taking the crowd into its arms and swaying them to the funk. As the drum track kicks in, the pyrotechnics set off from the top of the stage setup, releasing a torrential rain of sparks down to the stage below – it is then that MONROE steps through the curtains in full view of the crowd. The mixed reaction given doesn’t seem to affect the stoic creature, and any and all emotion that would be displayed upon his face is hidden by the skeletal garb that adorns it.

“Fighting out of Tokkkkyooooooooooooo, Japan...”

The sparks bounce off his jacket as MONROE simply gazes upon the ring and Ace Anderson inside it. He looks to the left, then to the right, and his gaze cuts straight down the center of the ramp. After a moment, he begins a casual march in the direction of the ring.

“Standing six feet and two inches, weighing two hundred and fifty pounds...”

Al Laiman: Geez, Jerry. Monroe's put on some weight.

Jerry Andrews: If anybody expected him to be thrown around by the Champion tonight, they'd be mistaken.

Nearing the end of the ramp, MONROE pays little attention to any fans reaching out to touch him, nor those who wish to insult him – his focus is solely upon the ring and the bout. Standing at the foot of the ramp, he disrobes his entrance garb. First the jacket, then his reflective aviators, and finally his skeletal mask. Eyes never leaving Ace Anderson, he takes to the steel steps with ease. Walking the length of the apron, he stops at the turnbuckle and wipes his feet before slipping between the top and middle rope and instantly climbing the turnbuckle.

“He is The Star Destroyer, MONNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEE!!!”

He does not taunt, nor does he acknowledge the world. Standing on the middle rope, he places himself on a pedestal high above those near him and motions across his waist where the title ought rest at the final bell. After a few seconds, he simply steps back, dismounting from the turnbuckle and turning towards Ace Anderson. Hitting the ropes twice, on the recoil he rolls across the canvas before popping up to his feet. Rolling his wrists, he looks to Eddie Lane and then to Ace Anderson before taking the corner opposite his opponent.

Al Laiman: Listen to this crowd, Jerry!

Jerry Andrews: This is a match made in wrestling heaven. How often do you get to see two great technicians work a match with the goal being, well, to be the better technician?

Al Laiman: And yet these two have entirely different styles. It'll be interesting to see how they adapt as the match rolls on.

Jerry Andrews: Here we go!

In the ring, Eddie Lane has said his piece and the time for talking and posing is over. His last words are to Alejandro Walker at ringside before he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The two men stare each other down from their corners, letting the heat of the crowd wash over them as they step to the center of the ring. With MONROE in reach, Ace extends for a collar-elbow tie-up but MONROE shoots his arms aside. He drops his center of gravity, spinning and taking Ace to the mat with a leg sweep a la Mortal Kombat. Ace's back hits the mat and MONROE pops and pounces, dropping a hard elbow drop across his throat. The impact sends Ace rolling away, and MONROE permits a moment of recovery.

Ace gets to his feet, one hand on his throat, and he shakes it off while staring down MONROE. The two share a nod and they're back at it. Again Ace leads with a collar-elbow tie-up, and again MONROE uses quick hands to deflect. Ace scouts it, seizing MONROE by an arm and using his momentum to step underneath for an arm wrench. He pulls him close, ending in a waistlock. Immediately he hoists MONROE into the air in a BIG bearhug from behind, squeezing hard to take his air. MONROE keeps his composure and shoots an elbow, but Ace dips his head and allows MONROE to spin in his arms. Now belly-to-belly, Ace himself spins and drops MONROE flat with a suplex before backing off himself.

Jerry Andrews: So far we've seen MONROE attack the neck and Ace attack the midsection; I have a feeling this will be a drawn out chess match, Al.

Al Laiman: I'm impressed by the respect they're showing here. Both are under control and waiting for the right moment to push.

MONROE clambers up, watching Ace out of the corner of his eye. Champion and challenger face off once more. Outside the ring, The Captain is inciting the fans into a clapping frenzy. It starts slow and then speeds up, and for a second both Ace and MONROE join the Faithful, allowing it to pump them up further.

Until finally we have our first true tie-up of the match! Locked tight, they're pushing and pulling, trying to create an opening for attack. Ace is the first to come out on top, slapping on a side headlock and wrenching down until MONROE breaks his grip and maneuvers into a hammerlock. Ace checks left, then right, then dips down and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. MONROE follows suit but instead of another hammerlock, he transitions to an arm wrench and then sticks a hard hook kick into Ace's mug.

Al Laiman: That's gotta sting!

Jerry Andrews: But Ace isn't down!

The kick sends Ace two steps backward, but he manages to keep his feet. MONROE presses, driving a european uppercut into his chin and sending him further toward the ropes. Rocked harder but still not down, it takes one more european uppercut to send Ace reeling into a slow rebound. Two steps out and MONROE stops him up, twisting him into a neckbreaker and snapping him to the canvas.

Jerry Andrews: Big neckbreaker from MONROE!

Al Laiman: The Captain's forced to play cheerleader now.

Indeed, Alejandro Walker is at the apron where Ace is down, trying his best to pump up his charge. MONROE, however, is having none of it. He rock-n-rolls Ace over to his knees from his back, needing that added bit of momentum to get the big man moving. He starts to hoist Ace up, but instead of letting him get all the way to his feet he drives a hard knee right into his face!

The Faithful let out an 'oooohhh' at the impact and MONROE jumps on Ace as he turns his back, cinching a side headlock and trying to grind his opponent down. Though he's in la-la land, at least a little bit, Ace manages to work up to his feet and shoot an elbow into MONROE's gut. This loosens the grip and allows Ace to send MONROE into the corner with an irish-whip. HARD.

Al Laiman: I think he's pissed off, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: What was your first clue?

The impact in the corner comes as a bit of a surprise, and at first MONROE takes a moment to repose as the wind is driven from his lungs. Ace is on him in seconds, dazed but recognizing his opening. He guards against MONROE powering out of the corner as he closes the gap, and then out of nowhere brings a frying pan hand across MONROE's forehead.

Al Laiman: That looks a little goofy, but it's gotta hurt.

Again Ace whirls his hand around, this time hitting an overtop open-hand chop across MONROE's chest. And then the big man's down in a crouch, driving his shoulder into MONROE's midsection.

Jerry Andrews: Ace Anderson is going back to his football days.

The move really is no more or less than a hard tackle, but two is enough that it's starting to leave MONROE in a heap. Ace hauls him out of the corner, sets up a double-underhook, and nails him with a suplex. Wasting no time, he moves around to MONROE's legs. He isolates one and drops a knee into MONROE's thigh before switching legs and locking in a grapevine. Ace is torquing the leg and dealing damage, leaning back as MONROE struggles to sit up and somehow relieve the pressure. He rocks to his left, to his right, to his left again, and then he oops then both over to a prone position. With savage intensity he wills his leg free, hauling it from beneath Ace and out of the grapevine. He scrambles up as Ace climbs to his knees, his back to MONROE.

And MONROE flies over top and drops him face first with a bulldog! Ace hits the mat face first, and MONROE moves in for a leglock on Ace's neck. Ace is still prone and MONROE straddles his head, scissoring and rolling and leaving Ace at his mercy.

And he has none.

He has it locked tight and Eddie Lane is down, asking Ace if he's ready to submit. Of course he isn't, not yet, but he's in serious pain. MONROE's thick tree trunk legs are cutting off his air supply, and Ace is starting to turn a little blue. With hardly a breath to spare he digs deep, this time the catalyst for the roll. MONROE's position is suddenly more awkward, as he tries to maintain a headscissors from Ace's back. In one motion Ace gathers, surging upward and flinging himself backward, executing an impromptu backbody drop. MONROE doesn't break the hold entirely, but it gives Ace a chance to loosen it up, just enough to get one shoulder and then the other through the scissors to shift the position. With the pressure off his neck he's made some progress, but MONROE regains his composure and keeps the hold around the big man's waist. MONROE scoots slightly, reaching up for a rear naked choke. Ace manages to block at the last second, getting his wrist between MONROE's arms and his own neck.

And then Ace Anderson goes feral.

Mustering his strength he uses his free hand to break MONROE's grip, realizing the shift in focus has loosened the vine on his midsection. Ace bucks and whirls, and suddenly MONROE's in a full guard and Ace Anderson is on top. Aware of MONROE's brazilian jiu-jitsu background, this isn't a position Ace wants to be in for long as it could go south quick. He reaches back and drives a hard elbow across MONROE's chin. MONROE breaks his grip just enough, and Ace escapes.

Al Laiman: Did Ace Anderson just... ground and pound? Now I've seen it all.

With the two finally separated after a heavy exchange leaving both men winded, they're slow to get to their feet.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like MONROE has the advantage so far; he's had an answer for all of Ace's maneuvers.

Al Laiman: I never thought I'd say this, but Ace Anderson might just be out-classed in this one. Ace Anderson has the International Championship, sure, but MONROE's still got some belts of his own... a blue one, a purple one, a brown one, a black one, even a white and an orange one. Really I think he just has ALL OF THE COLORS.

Jerry Andrews: It's still a wrestling match, though, Al. And you can never count Ace Anderson out of a wrestling match.

Al Laiman: Look, Jerry!

Jerry Andrews: ... I am, Al.

Al Laiman: Yeah, but .... bujafujabahhh!!

The reason for Al's excitement is simple; both men are standing, they've met in the middle of the ring, and now they're trading knife-edged chops like pocket monsters. Chop from Ace... crowd goes woo! Chop from MONROE... and the crowd goes woo!

Woo!

Woo!

Woo!

Woo!

Woo!

Woo!

Al Laiman: Ace is getting the upper hand!

Suddenly Ace Anderson surges, hitting chop after chop after chop. Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo woo woo woo woo! Ace is pumped, and he spins. LARIAT!

Jerry Andrews: MONROE's down!

Al Laiman: What will Ace do?

He moves to MONROE's legs once more, scooping them up under his armpits. Boston crab!

Jerry Andrews: It's the Rapture!

Al Laiman: Does Ace really think MONROE's tap-out ready?

Jerry Andrews: Even if he's not... it's a start, Al.

Al Laiman: I honestly can't picture either of these men tapping out, ever.

And yet MONROE's locked in Ace's signature Boston Crab, in the middle of the ring, and Ace is doing everything he can to rip him in half. Each time MONROE tries to extend to relieve the pressure, Ace sits back and sends him chest first into the canvas. Eddie Lane's down on all fours, asking MONROE if he's going to submit but MONROE's shaking his head, constantly shaking his head. And then he gets a look; his eyes zero in on the bottom rope. His only way out. He plants his fists into the mat, and then his fingers, and he squeezes the canvas and pulls for all he's worth.

And they move.

Ace takes two steps back and adjusts, sitting back once more which causes a cry of pain from MONROE. But again the Star Destroyer plants and pulls, and they're that much closer.

And again, Ace Anderson does all in his power to crush his dream.

And again, MONROE manages to pull them another foot. Slowly but surely, the gap is closing. MONROE reaches... and he's still an arm's length from the bottom rope. One last ditch, one final pull... and Ace puts a stop to it! He takes four steps forward, dragging MONROE behind him, and all of a sudden they're back in the center of the ring! Ace resumes the seated position and MONROE's that much closer to his breaking point.

Al Laiman: Could it be, Jerry?

Jerry Andrew: I can't believe!

Just as it looks as though MONROE is going to give, he digs down deep to a special place where pain doesn't exist and force of will is the only reality. He's raising himself up with his arms, but instead of moving toward the ropes he's... moving toward Ace Anderson? Ace is losing his footing, losing his grip, and MONROE manages to slip underneath! The hold is broken! MONROE sandwiches and kicks Ace off, and the Champion is sent sprawling across the ring.

MONROE whirls, getting his feet beneath him and trying to stand. His legs are shaking and Ace is getting up. The mammoth of a man charges...

KENKA KICK?!!?!?!

Al Laiman: KENKA KICK!?!?!

Jerry Andrews: KENKA KICK!!!!!

Ace's momentous charge is stopped short by a HUGE boot from MONROE that sends BOTH men to the mat --- Ace from the force of the impact, and MONROE because his legs are now no more than jell-o. And yet MONROE is the first to stand. He takes two tentative steps, and wavers, and then suddenly he's fine. Ace Anderson is rising. MONROE shifts gears and closes the gap, snapping Ace with a european uppercut. And another! And another! Ace is retreating around the ring and MONROE is relentless, hitting him with a european uppercut every time they're face-to-face.

And then MONROE does the unthinkable...

Al Laiman: He couldn't...

Jerry Andrews: His legs...

MONROE IS HOISTING ACE ANDERSON INTO A BRAINBUSTER!! His legs are shaking immensely as he's barely able to support Ace's two-hundred and eighty pounds... but he pulls it off!

Al Laiman: Incoming!!

Jerry Andrews: E.L.E.! E.L.E.!

Ace's head collides into canvas, his neck not cradled and taking the brunt of the blow.

And MONROE capitalizes. He manages to flip Ace to his back, cross his legs for a stepover toe-hold... and he locks in an arm triangle choke!

Al Laiman: Nemesis Gate ... Version... III?

Jerry Andrews: Ace Anderson's in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go!

Eddie Lane's down and the crowd is roaring! He's checking on Ace and he's refusing to tap! The Captain is at the ropes, screaming at Ace to just tap, tap, tap!!

Al Laiman: I can hear The Captain over the crowd, Jerry!

Jerry Andrews: Ace is in serious danger... he has to give up!

The pain is immense. Intense. There are stars in his eyes and his neck is on fire. He can't breathe. He can't breathe... he can't...

Al Laiman: Ace Anderson just passed out!!

Jerry Andrews: It's up to Eddie Lane, now.

Eddie Lane immediately tells MONROE to release the hold, and immediately MONROE obliges. Eddie calls for the bell and the International Championship.

DING DING DING!

Winner and NEW International Champion: MONROE

But MONROE isn't taking time to celebrate. He's down, checking on Ace Anderson. Who isn't moving. Immediately the Captain slides into the ring and he's at Ace's side, calling for EMTs who are flying down the ramp at a ridiculous speed.

"Numb" by Gary Clark Jr. begins to play and Eddie Lane awards MONROE the International Championship. He raises it in the air, then turns to the EMTs now in the ring and asking for space. The Faithful are silent. MONROE says something to one of them, then another, then nods before exiting the ring. He walks up the ramp, shaking his head the entire way until he reaches the stage. Finally he turns, raises the International Championship one more time, which sets the Faithful into an uneasy applause. Then he disappears behind the curtain.

Back inside the ring, the EMTs are loading Ace onto a stretcher, afraid to move him but aware they need to get him out of there. And to a hospital.

Al Laiman: I've seen this before, Jerry...

Jerry Andrews: You don't think?

Al Laiman: Ace Anderson might have a broken neck.

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Deadly Intentions IV! Nov 15, 2013 0:02:29 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Nov 15, 2013 0:02:29 GMT -5

World Championship Match
Grimm (Champion) vs Andy D.
Referee: Eric Russo

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!"

The crowd explodes! The intro of “Are You Not Entertained” by Dot Rotten hits out on the PA system.

"Introducing first.... the challenger......."

When the song asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy and Andy D appears from the back. As he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can.

".... from the United Kingdom, weighing in at 197 pounds and at a height of five foot ten....."

Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second turnbuckle and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly.

" .... he is ANDY D!!!!"

Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing ready for the match.

"And his opponent.... "

"When you’re dreaming, you feel alive."

At that, Ministry’s “Dream Song” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the bells, the choir, the chanting – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm.

" ... from Hangtown, Kentucky, weighing in at 217 pounds and at a height of six foot three....."

He steps out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way.

" ... he is the PCW World Champion......"

The spotlight follows. A malevolent, distorted voice works its way up through the layers of the song.

"This has always been. They tried to pull me in but I was already there."

"GRIMM!!!!"

Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

Referee Eric Russo stands in the middle of the ring, holding the PCW World Championship in the air. The crowd cheers and camera flashes are seen throughout the audience.

Jerry Andrews: That is what it’s all about ladies and gentlemen: the PCW World Championship. The highest prize in this industry.

Both competitors stare up at the championship and then at one another as the referee lowers the title. The crowd is buzzing as the referee calls for the bell.

Jerry Andrews: And here we go!

Andy D and Grimm both take steps towards one another, neither man breaking eye contact. They meet in the center of the ring. Andy D goes for a lock-up, but Grimm slugs him in the side of the head with a right hand. Andy D stumbles backwards. Grimm follows up with another right hand. Andy D is staggered now. Grimm now runs towards him and takes him down to the mat with a running back elbow.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm really taking it to Andy D in the opening moments of this match.

Al Laiman: Andy D does not want to get into a power battle or a brawl with Grimm if he wants to win this match. He’ll need to increase the pace of this match up and use his speed advantage if he hopes to win.

Grimm now pulls Andy D up and he tosses him into the corner with a hard hammer throw. Andy D hits the turnbuckle hard and he staggers backwards out of it. Grimm now hits him with a stiff clothesline to the back of the head, knocking him down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Ouch!

Grimm now pulls Andy D back up to his feet. He sets him up and sends him crashing back down to the mat with a side slam. Grimm now stands up and he drops an elbow onto Andy D. Then another. Then another. Grimm now with a quick cover:
1....
2...

Jerry Andrews: A kick out at two!

Grimm now pulls Andy D back up to his feet and he backs him into the corner. He takes a step back and then charges in with a back elbow. Andy D ducks out of the way and Grimm hits the turnbuckle! Andy D now steps out of the corner, waits for Grimm to turn around and he hits him right in the back of the head with an enziguri kick! Grimm drops down to the mat!

Al Laiman: That’s what Andy D needs to do! He needs to use his speed! He can’t allow himself to become a stationary target.

Andy D now runs off of the ropes and he hits Grimm with a running leg drop to the back of the head. He then stands up and quickly drops another leg! Andy D now rolls Grimm over and he drops an elbow right onto Grimm’s throat! Now Andy D with a cover:
1....
2...

Jerry Andrews: And this time Grimm kicks out at two!

Andy D now climbs up to the top turnbuckle.

Al Laiman: Andy D going for a high risk move here! This could be a big reward or a huge mistake....

Jerry Andrews: And he flies!

Grimm gets to his feet and Andy D leaps off of the ropes with a crossbody! The move connects, but Grimm catches Andy D in mid-air! With one swift motion, Grimm lifts Andy D up onto his shoulders and drops him down to the mat with a Samoan drop!

Jerry Andrews: What. A. Counter!

Al Laiman: Great move by Grimm and bad luck for Andy!

Grimm now stands back up and he drags Andy D to his feet. Grimm now throws Andy D into the corner. Grimm now unloads on Andy D with rights and lefts to the midsection.

Al Laiman: This is not a place in the ring where Andy D wants to be. He’s basically trapped in that corner right now and he’s absorbing a huge amount of punishment.

Grimm delivers several stiff shots to Andy D’s midsection, sending Andy collapsing to the mat. Andy D rolls under the ropes to escape the attack.

Al Laiman: A very, very smart move by Andy D, getting himself under the ropes where Grimm can’t really do much against him.

Grimm now reaches over the ropes and he grabs Andy D. He pulls him up to his feet on the ring apron. Grimm now grabs him around the shoulders, but Andy D gets his arms up and around Grimm’s head. Andy D now drops down from the apron to the floor, sending Grimm throat-first into the ropes! Grimm bounces back off of the ropes and down to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Andy D just hung Grimm up on those ropes! What a painful move!

Andy D quickly returns to the apron and he climbs back up onto the top turnbuckle.

Al Laiman: Andy D going back up to the top ropes! He’s hoping that the second time is a charm here!

Grimm returns to a standing position and Andy D flies at him, hitting him with a dropkick right to the side of the head! Grimm collapses. Andy D runs the ropes now and he hits Grimm with a flying elbow drop. He then pulls Grimm up, throws him into the corner and charges at him, hitting Grimm right in the face with a flying knee lift! Grimm staggers out of the corner. Andy D runs at him, grabs his head and drops him down to the mat with a DDT!

Al Laiman: This is the match Andy D needs to have! He has the most success when he picks up the pace and stays a step or two ahead of his opponent.

Jerry Andrews: If things keep going this way, Grimm will be in trouble, that’s for sure.

Andy D gets up to his feet. Grimm slowly crawls across the mat to the corner. Grimm leans on the bottom turnbuckle and he tries to pulls himself back up to his feet. Andy D doesn’t give him the opportunity to do so, running at him and hitting him with a missile dropkick to the face! Andy D now drops an elbow onto Grimm’s midsection as he sits slumped in the corner. Andy D now pulls Grimm out of the corner by the legs. He then hooks a leg and goes for a cover:
1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: Grimm kicks out at two!

Andy D wastes little time after the kick out. He immediately returns to the top ropes.

Al Laiman: Andy D going back upstairs once more!

Grimm slowly gets to his feet. Andy D leaps off of the top ropes, flips over Grimm, grabbing his head and bringing them crashing down to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: A jumping blockbuster! Is it enough!

Andy D with a quick cover:
1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: And..... no!

Al Laiman: So close!

Andy D gets back to his feet. He pulls Grimm up and Irish whips him off of the ropes. Grimm rebounds from the ropes, arm outstretched for a clothesline, Andy D ducks it and he runs off of the opposite rope. Andy D ducks another clothesline and this time Grimm stops in the center of the ring. Andy D keeps moving, springboards off of the opposite ropes and returns with a springboard missile dropkick! Grimm dodges the attack at the last second, and Andy D hits the mat. Andy D doesn’t stay down long though. He quickly returns to his feet, but Grimm sends him back down with a hard running lariat!

Al Laiman: Grimm almost took Andy D’s head off with the running lariat!

Grimm takes a moment to compose himself and then he pulls Andy D up from the mat. Grimm now drives his knee into Andy D’s midsection. With Andy D doubled over, Grimm grabs him by the head and he hits him with a snap DDT.

Al Laiman: You could hear Andy’s head crack against the canvas there!

Grimm sits up. He looks over at Andy D for a second and then he returns to his feet. Grimm pulls Andy D up and he backs him up into the corner. Grim drives his shoulder into Andy D’s midsection. Then again. And again. Grimm now pulls Andy D out of the corner, sets him up and drops him down onto his knee with a back breaker. Grimm now mounts Andy D and he throws a series of stiff elbows right into Andy D’s head.

Jerry Andrews: Those blows could cause serious injury, even a possible concussion.

Al Laiman: I certainly wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of those shots.

Grimm now grabs Andy D by the throat and he pulls him up to his feet. Referee Eric Russo admonishes Grimm for the blatant choke. Grimm now turns Andy D around and grabs him around the waist from behind. Grimm then lifts him up, spins him face-first and slams hi right into the mat with a wheelbarrow facebuster!

Jerry Andrews: Foddershock from Grimm!

Al Laiman: And Grimm doesn’t waste any time going for a cover!

1...
2...

Jerry Andrews: And he got him!

Al Laiman: No! Andy D kicked out right before two!

Jerry Andrews: You’re right! Wow!

Grimm pulls Andy D back up to his feet now. Out of nowhere, Andy D leaps up and he hits Grimm right in the face with a dropkick! Grimm staggers backwards and into the ropes. Andy D runs at him with a flying clothesline, sending both men over the ropes and crashing onto the floor on the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Andy D with some incredible offense from out of nowhere!

Al Laiman: And now both men are down on the outside of the ring!

Andy D is the first man to his feet. He quickly climbs onto the ring apron as Grimm returns to a vertical base. Andy D now leaps off of the apron, positions his legs on either side of Grimm’s head and....

Jerry Andrews: Flying hurricanrana from the ring apron to the outside!

Al Laiman: Grimm hit the mats on the floor hard! And those mats don’t provide much protection!

Andy D returns to his feet and he slides back into the ring for a moment to break the referee’s count.

Al Laiman: Smart move by Andy D there. He certainly does not want this match to end in a count out.

Andy D returns to the outside and he pulls Grimm back up to his feet. Grimm blocks a move from Andy D and he grabs Andy D by the head. Grimm then steps backwards, still holding onto Andy D. Grimm now takes a step up the ringside stairs, leaps off of them still holding Andy D and he hits Andy with a tornado DDT from the ring steps!

Jerry Andrews: THE HARVEST ONTO THE FLOOR AT RINGSIDE!

Grimm remains down on the floor alongside Andy D for several seconds after hitting the move. The referee continues to count. Grimm slowly sits up now as the referee’s count reaches five. Grimm pulls Andy D up and he drapes him on the apron. Grimm now reaches down and he pulls Andy D’s legs up and he rolls him into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm having difficulty getting Andy D back into the ring here.

Al Laiman: It looks like he’s dead weight. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s knocked out cold.

Grimm now returns to the ring himself. He grabs Andy D by the arm and he drags him into the center of the ring. Grimm now with a cover!

Jerry Andrews: This match has gotta be over! Andy D put up a great challenge here but....

1...
2....

Al Laiman: No! Andy D gets his shoulder off of the mat right before the referee could hit the mat for three!

Jerry Andrews: Great positioning by the referee there to see that kickout.

Al Laiman: I have to believe that it took Grimm too long to get Andy D back into the center of the ring for a cover and that gave Andy D a chance to recompose himself and kick out.

Jerry Andrews: I agree. If Grimm had hit the Harvest in the center of the ring rather than on the outside, this match would be over right now.

Al Laiman: Yeah, but he didn’t.

Jerry Andrews: I know that. Thanks.

Grimm pulls Andy D back up to his feet. He sets him up for a suplex. Andy D blocks it. Grimm tries again. This time he succeeds in getting Andy D up over his head. However, Andy D breaks free and he drops down behind Grimm. He shoves Grimm from behind and Grimm hits the ropes. Grimm turns around and Andy D runs at him, hitting him with a running STO!

Jerry Andrews: Boom! What a move!

Al Laiman: And a cover!

1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: Grimm kicks out!

Andy D gets back up to his feet now. Grimm gets to one knee. Andy D runs at him and he connects with a shining wizard!

Jerry Andrews: “Dragon’s Bite!”

Al Laiman: He hit it!

Jerry Andrews: But... NO... Grimm falls to the mat and rolls underneath the ropes, collapsing on the outside!

Al Laiman: That’s a terrible break for Andy D. He hits Grimm with a picture perfect “Dragon’s Bite” only to have Grimm fall out of the ring.

Grimm is lifeless at ringside. Andy D now runs the ropes and he leaps over them, hitting Grimm with a flying senton bomb!

Jerry Andrews: What. A. Move!

Al Laiman: This one could be over, but Andy D needs to get Grimm back into the ring and cover him quickly!

Andy D slowly gets to his feet as the crowd cheers these two competitors. Andy D leans on the guardrail for a second, composing himself. Grimm is still lifeless on the outside. Andy D now reaches down and he pulls Grimm up to his feet. Grimm drops down to his knees. As Andy D reaches for him again, Grimm drives his elbow into Andy D’s midsection. Grimm now connects with a stiff uppercut as Andy D leans forward. Exhausted, Grimm now drops down to the floor along with Andy D.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm with some desperation offense right there.

Al Laiman: But that might have been all that he has left. Both men are down on the floor now.

Eric Russo’s count is at seven as Andy D slowly gets back to his feet. Andy D reaches down and he pulls Grimm up to his knees once more. Grimm tries to break free, but Andy D drops him back down to the floor with an elbow to the head. The count is now eight.

Jerry Andrews: Andy D has to get Grimm into the ring quickly if he hopes to win the championship here tonight.

Al Laiman: This match can’t end in a count out! It just can’t!

Andy D reaches down and he pulls Grimm up once more, slumping him onto the apron. He then rolls Grimm back into the ring as the count hits nine. Andy D quickly slides in just before the referee can get to ten.

Jerry Andrews: Andy D just barely avoided a count out there!

Andy D takes a few steps back into the corner. Grimm is slowly getting back up to his knees. Andy D runs at him now!

Jerry Andrews: Another “Dragon’s Bite!”

Al Laiman: No!

Grimm gets his arms up this time and he blocks the kick! He then grabs Andy D’s leg, slides out and he locks Andy D into an ankle lock!

Jerry Andrews: An ankle lock by Grimm!

Al Laiman: Grimm doing whatever he can right now to win this match!

Jerry Andrews: Maybe it’s going to take a move like this to win tonight! We’ve seen both of these men take a great deal of punishment and keep going!

Andy D struggles in the move. Grimm locks it in tighter as Andy D tries to get to the ropes. Grimm stands up and he drags Andy D away from the ropes, but Andy D uses this opportunity to get up onto one foot. With Grimm still holding one leg, Andy D leaps up and he hits Grimm in the side of the head with a jumping enziguri!

Jerry Andrews: Both men down now!

Al Laiman: What is it going to take to end this match!?

Andy D crawls over to the corner and he uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. He looks over at Grimm who is still down on the mat. Andy D now starts to climb up onto the turnbuckle!

Jerry Andrews: Andy D going back upstairs again!

Al Laiman: This could be a mistake so late in this match!

Jerry Andrews: Or it could be the perfect way to win it!

Al Laiman: Good point!

Andy D is now perched on the top turnbuckle as Grimm slowly returns to his feet. Andy D now leaps up off of the ropes and he grabs Grimm’s head with his legs!

Jerry Andrews: Hurricanrana.... no!

Grimm counters the move and he slams Andy D down into the mat with a diving powerbomb!

Al Laiman: My God! The force of that move shook the ring!

Grimm slowly gets back up to his feet. The diving powerbomb has sent Andy D across the ring and into the corner. Grimm walks over towards him and he pulls him up. Andy D fights Grimm off. Grimm runs at him with a clothesline, but Andy D ducks it! Andy D now runs at Grimm and he hits him with a spinning wheel kick!

Jerry Andrews: Both men down once more!

Al Laiman: I'm exhausted just watching this! How are these guys still going?

Andy D slowly, using the ropes, pulls himself back up. He’s slumped against the ropes now. Grimm is still down in the corner. The crowd is on their feet.

Jerry Andrews: Listen to this crowd ladies and gentlemen!

Grimm slowly returns to his feet and he walks over towards Andy D. Andy D runs at him with a flying crossbody! Grimm catches him! Huge fallaway slam from Grimm! Andy D is launched across the ring and onto the mat near the ropes.

Al Laiman: Grimm needs to end this right now. Andy D could be down and out. He’s not moving.

Grimm now grabs Andy D by the leg and he drags him into the ring for a cover.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm looking to end this one.

Suddenly, Andy D reaches up, grabs Grimm by the head and he rolls him up!

1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: Three!

Al Laiman: No!

Jerry Andrews: Yes!

Referee Eric Russo sits up and he points at the timekeeper to ring the bell! The crowd explodes!

Jerry Andrews: He got him!

Al Laiman: I thought Grimm kicked out there, but it was right after the referee hit the mat for three!

Jerry Andrews: We have ourselves a new world champion!

Andy D rolls off of Grimm, exhausted. The referee retrieves the PCW World Championship and he hands it to Andy D as the crowd explodes once more! Grimm is still down on the canvas as Andy D makes his way back to his feet. He looks out at the crowd, and holds the title high above his head.

”Here is your winner, and NEEWWWW Pure Class Wrestling World Champion: ANDY D!!!!!"

The crowd is on their feet cheering as Andy D holds the title high in the air.

Winner: Andy D

Andy D looks out at the crowd and then over towards the entrance way where ALL of the Untouchables out on the stage, clapping for the match and nodding their heads in approval at the amazing show.

Jerry Andrews: Andy D is PCW’s new champion and the Untouchables are applauding the performance inside the ring here tonight.

Al Laiman: And so am I. What an absolutely amazing battle between these two men!

Jerry Andrews: They did everything that we expected from them. They gave everything they had. They held nothing back and left it all in the ring. What a match and what a victory for our new champion: Andy D!

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Deadly Intentions IV! Nov 15, 2013 0:12:06 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Nov 15, 2013 0:12:06 GMT -5

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‘It is now time for YOUR Main Event of the evening ... the Deadlyyyyyyy RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMBLE!’

The crowd is on its’ feet, the main event and one hell of a match to come.

Jerry Andrews: And here it is, Al. The Deadly Rumble. A Pure Class exclusive, this match is where stars are made. This is where rivalries are born and where the hopes and dreams of all involved are put to the test. Give me some odds, Al.

Al Laiman: Jerry I have to say that I’m NOT liking Tristan Slater’s odds. We’ve ALSO gotten word that Nathan Saniti has been deemed unfit to compete in the Rumble after the retaliatory assault from Kelli Starr in regards to the volatile situation between himself and Q.

Jerry Andrews: And Q is nowhere to be found either, is that correct Al?

Al Laiman: We still have no word on Q, Jerry. No word, nothing on his whereabouts OR his well-being.

Jerry Andrews: So who DOES look to make a heavy impact here, Al?

Al Laiman: Well, I -would- say myself because, let’s face it. I’m awesome and I’d win this whole thing. There’s no doubt. BUT ... other than myself, my top pick has GOT to be Eira, Jerry. She’s a former champion. She’s proven. Not to mention, she’s FRESH. She hasn’t had to compete tonight like some of the other competitors involved.

Jerry Andrews: Good point, Al ... but you can’t overlook the fresh new faces involved here. They’re going to be looking to make a HUGE impact and their debut match might be the time to do it. No one is likely to have scouted them yet.

Al Laiman: Definitely a good point, Jerry. However, the BIGGEST factor needs to be mentioned and that’s the presence of the Untouchables. They’ve been largely silent for the past few weeks. Tonight might be the night that they drop a BOMB!

Jerry Andrews: Enough speculating from US, Al. Let’s go to Mark Long who is already in the ring ready to kick things off!

Al Laiman: Here we f***in’ go, baby!

‘The Deadly Rumble is an over-the-top battle royal where the winner is guaranteed a World Championship match at PCW’s next pay-per-view! The first two competitors will enter and do battle for five minutes, then the next competitor will enter. After this, only a minute will pass before the NEXT entrant makes his way to the ring. Elimination occurs when a competitor is thrown over the top rope and BOTH FEET touch the ground. Now that the rules have been explained ... ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE?!”

The crowd goes berserk, showing the Pure Class spirit and the hunger for such an AWESOME MATCH.

But who are entrants number one and two?!

Mark Long exits the ring and the crowd eagerly shifts its’ collective eyes to the entranceway.

The pyros explode and the music begins as what seems like a million fans each simultaneously scream at the top of their lungs, letting out as much emotion as possible.

I wake up to find myself
After all these years
And where all the time has gone

Tyler’s face appears on screen with a sadistic smile.

BOOM!

"If I Die Tomorrow" by Motley Crue hits the speakers. Tyler Hendrix, riding high after his earlier success over The Flying Freebooters, begins to make his way to the ring. No Haley in sight, it’s all Tyler as he casually strolls to the ring. He’s taking his precious time as he walks down the ramp ... taking the opportunity to jaw with some detractors and chat it up with some fans. Standing at the edge of the ringside area, he looks into the ring before pulling himself onto the apron.

Fist in the air, he’s rallying the crowd behind him ... but it’s not doing much good as the crowd is already pumped the ever-loving fuck up for this match. However, that doesn’t mean he can’t take credit for it, right?

Al Laiman: Ooooooh Unlucky Number One. Jerry, Hendrix has already had a match this evening, this might have a hand in how things go tonight depending on who he’s got in the opening of the match. If it’s someone fresh, then he might be in over his head.

Jerry Andrews: It’s equally possible that the second competitor will be someone who has already competed here tonight. That would even the playing field out a bit.

Al Laiman: Jerry, that’s pretty much what I just said. Do you even pay attention to me?

Jerry Andrews: ... not much anymore, no.

The song winds down and the crowd eagerly anticipates the next entry, with eyes on the gold.

The house lights cut out and a familiar female voice thunders from the speakers.

And on the eighth day, God forgot about ...

ANSON!

A spotlight cuts through the darkness, illuminating Anson at the top of the entranceway. The crowd is obviously taken aback by the sudden return of Anson for the Deadly Rumble! A grinding guitar riff explodes from the speakers before a symphony of chaos takes its place. Screams and drums harmonize with the raging guitar chords that make up "Bonehead" by Naked City. The assault on the ears continues for a moment when Anson emerges from the back with Suende in tow. He stops at the top of the ramp and waits for Suende to catch up. And when she does, the duo head down together in tandem.

Jerry Andrews: Anson?! Color me surprised, AL ... I -never- imagined that Anson would be the second entry into the Deadly Rumble!

Al Laiman: It just goes to show that everyone wants a piece of the pie, Jerry. Anson is DEFINITELY fresh, but will his time away bring the dreaded ring rust?

She climbs the ring steps and waits on the apron while Anson slithers in under the bottom rope. He uses the top rope to pull himself to his feet as Suende slinks around to the other side of the ring. Anson eyeballing Tyler Hendrix, the first time these two have come face to face in a Pure Class ring. The crowd can’t be sure what’s going to happen here, only that these two are MORE than willing to deliver the goods to grab the brass ring.

Both men in the ring now, the referees are ready on the outside (keeping an eye on Suende, for sure) ...

DING DING DING!

And we’re underway!

Anson rushes Tyler in no time, crossing the vast expanse of the ring to meet his opponent head-on. Tyler, being the wearier of the two, is unable to sidestep or dodge the bull rush and takes a HUGE clothesline from Anson. But to his credit, Tyler pops right back up and eats a second one. Returning to his feet a little bit slower the second time around, he manages to duck under a third clothesline and counter with a boot to the gut of the re-invigorated Anson.

Jerry Andrews: He’s looking to put his name back onto the lips of the PCW Faithful, and this is DEFINITELY the way to do it.

Al Laiman: You know, I never liked Anson. Mostly because I could see him and NCM sharing a dorm room in college somewhere. If NCM, you know ... had gone to college.

Jerry Andrews: You’re just ITCHING to have NCM shove a hobo first down your throat, aren’t you?

Al Laiman: If I’m itching, it’s because he contaminated the ring area. I -knew- we should’ve had it fumigated.

Jerry Andrews: Oh dear lord.

Anson backed quickly into the corner, Hendrix goes for it EARLY as he takes hold of Anson’s leg ... hoping to hoist him up and over the top rope. Anson, however, knows better and drives several elbows into the back of Tyler’s head. Tyler staggering away from the corner, Anson rushes and takes Hendrix down with a bulldog. Following the bulldog up, Anson grabs the back of Hendrix’s head and begins violently grinding his face into the canvas. A ruthless move from a ruthless man. He KNOWS what’s on the line here tonight.

Anson dragging Hendrix to his feet by his hair, an Irish Whip ... Anson is just a step behind as he catches Hendrix with a clothesline that sends him up and over .... no! Hendrix catches himself on the apron and steadies as Anson pushes the attack. Anson moving to the ropes, he’s met by a Tyler Hendrix forearm. Another. And ANOTHER. Anson’s advantage slowly slipping away, he finds himself returning to the safety of the center of the ring ... only to find Tyler Hendrix diving into the ring with a huge shoulderblock that levels Anson.

Al Laiman: Hendrix able to save himself from elimination there, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: Luck is only kind for so long, Al. Hendrix DID already compete this evening.

Al Laiman: Yup, and Anson has several months of pent-up aggression that needs releasing.

As Anson staggers to his feet, it’s a showdown as Hendrix throws several elbows and kicks while Anson retaliates with a boot and a punch or two. They’re going toe-to-toe with neither man gaining the upper hand. That is, until the fatigue begins to set in on Hendrix and the constant retaliation of Anson finally takes its’ toll on Hendrix. Anson backing Hendrix into the ropes, he shoots him across and catches him with a beautiful knee to the gut and sends Tyler flipping over his leg across the ring.

Stalking his prey now, Anson moves in to capitalize on the downed Hendrix. BUT! Hendrix is playing possum ... kind of ... and catches Anson with a drop-toe-hold followed by an elbow drop to the back of the head. Several stomps and knees later, Hendrix is walking away from a flattened Anson. Leaning into the cornerpost to try and catch his breath, he waits for Anson to begin stirring before taking off across the ring.

Anson pushes him through as he side-steps, forcing Hendrix to bounce off of the ropes and into a snappy back elbow that rattles the jaw of Tyler Hendrix. Picking him up, Anson steadies the kneeling Hendrix and bounces off the ropes ... nearly taking Hendrix’s head off with a running Yakuza Kick in honor of one of his mentors, Masahiro Chono. Normally, Anson would go for the pin ... but in this type of match, he knows what’s expected of him. Hell, the crowd is telling him at volume to chuck the som-bitch over the top.

Anson grabs hold of Hendrix AND ...

... throws him through the ropes?

Hendrix hits the floor on the outside with Anson following close behind. The referees make sure to note that BOTH men exited THROUGH the ropes and not OVER, thus keeping their World Title dreams alive. Anson grabbing Hendrix by the neck, he leads him around ringside towards the steel steps before bouncing his head off the metal with a dull PONK.

The crowd winces collectively at the impact, Anson looks to Suende for approval before moving along briskly. Hendrix trying to put as much space between himself and his pursuer, he drops to a crawling position just as he rounds the corner. Anson following blindly, he runs into a bottom-up clothesline that plants Anson on his back on the ringside mat.

Hendrix knows that he must be sneaky, CUNNING ... in order to fight off the Ans-onslaught. Anson willing his way back towards his feet, Hendrix grabs a handful of the black dreadlocks and slams Anson’s head into the ringside announce table. Perfect timing, too as ...

Jerry Andrews: I’m getting word the next arrival will happen in fifteen seconds.

Al Laiman: That’s what I love about this match, Jerry. You never know who is going to walk themselves to the ring in order to claim a chance at the top prize! LAST year, we even had the BOSS involved. The Icemann himself! How can that be possibly topped?

Jerry Andrews: There’s no telling, Al.

The crowd is counting down along with the giant clock on the PCWTron.

Ten!

Nine!

Eight!

Seven!

Six!

Five!

Quite possibly the whole world counting down here, it’s deafening and definitely a sight to behold.

Three!

TWO!

ONE!

A rather annoying buzzer sounds out over the cacophony of the crowd. Who is it, who --

The crowd is lit up by pulsating blue lights and the sounds of Skrillex’ “Bangarang”. We ALLLLLLL know who this is.

Jerry Andrews: It’s the high-flying luchador, Rikkashot!

Al Laiman: Hoo-flippin-ray. Don’t you mean the lucha-BORE, Jerry? Seriously. This guy couldn’t wrestle OR rap his way out of a wet paper bag.

Jerry Andrews: But the crowd loves him! They’re on their feet to get a good look at Rikkashot!

The crowd is going absolutely bonkers for Rikkashot as he makes his way down to the ring. Sliding in with the greatest of ease, he motions and gestures to the crowd ... whipping them into even MORE of a frenzy. They’re on their feet as he points at Anson and Hendrix on the outside as he beckons the crowd to get up, to stand up ... to get their cameras ready!

He bounces off the ropes farthest away from the first two competitors and takes off at full-tilt towards the other ropes! Is it a suicide dive? Or a baseball slide dropkick? Even a mid-range dive through the ropes?! Nope ... RIKKASHOT IS AIRBORNE! Springing onto the top rope, Rikkashot throws himself off and out onto Anson and Tyler Hendrix with reckless abandon ... caution to the wind as he manages to somehow land an EXCELLENT crossbody block on both men! The crowd cheers ... but the sudden and horrible realization dawns on them as the referees move over to Rikkashot.

.... Rikkashot has just eliminated himself from the Deadly Rumble.

Al Laiman: ... are you f***ing kidding me? All that hype, all that anticipation .... for THAT? Only Rikkashot, ladies and gentlemen.

Jerry Andrews: An unfortunately turn of events as - - hey!

Rikkashot grabs the nearest headset and gets right on the table as he waves his hands in the air like he just doesn’t care.

Rikkashot
Back on the attack
These fools are wack
so go get a snack
Listen to me rap
it’s better than this --

Rikkashot has been eliminated!

The referees grab Rikkashot and begin to pull him down from the announce table. The crowd boos the decision to interrupt the greatest lyrical wordsmith this side of Chaucer or Kanye West, but damnit order MUST be restored! Even though the rapping luchador’s rhymes were sick enough to need antibiotics, the referees help him on his way OUT of the ringside area.

Anson and Tyler Hendrix all but forgotten about by this point, it isn’t long before all eyes are back on them. Anson throwing Hendrix back into the ring, he follows suit and finally we are back to the Rumble match, the way it was MEANT to be. The crowd still rather unhappy with the loss of their beloved Rikkashot, they instead show their displeasure for Anson and Tyler Hendrix ... for all of about two seconds. Until Hendrix drops Anson with a vile Inverted Atomic Drop. Anson popping right back up into a tippy-toeing type movement, Hendrix throws a picture-worthy dropkick between the shoulderblades.

Anson sent flying, he stumbles and falls through the ropes onto the apron. Hendrix rushing him, he hooks the arm and begins to suplex Anson back into the ring but to no avail. Anson blocks it and counters with a suplex of his own ...only to have Tyler Hendrix land right beside him on the apron. The two throwing elbows back and forth, the crowd murmurs as the countdown clock appears once more.

Ten!

Nine!

Eight!

Seven!

Six!

Five!

The crowd is counting down with the clock again, eager to see the next entry into the Deadly Rumble!

Four!

Three!

Two!

One!

The buzztone sounds again! Who’s on their way out at number four?!

Rob Zombie’s ‘Scum of the Earth’ blasts over the speakers as the Hobo King himself begins to make his way to the ring in his own good sweet time.

Jerry Andrews: Do you think he heard what you said--

Al Laiman: Shut it!

As he slides into the ring, Anson takes notice of the newcomer and immediately breaks off from pummeling Tyler Hendrix to meet NCM at the ropes. Several boots to the head and back as he fights his way to a vertical base, NCM shoves Anson away and nails his with his OWN Yakuza Kick ... dropping him down to the mat in a blatant show of disrespect.

THIS ... does NOT sit well with Suende. Hopping onto the apron, she begins to scream and holler at the Born Psycho ... who responds by promptly pulling her into the ring by the hair. As she smacks the canvas in front of NCM’s feet, Suende begins to slowly crawl back towards the ropes with NCM in predator mode. His eyes locked on the fearing woman, he’s just about ready to snatch her up when ... LOW BLOW! Anson hits a low blow on NCM and stops his forward momentum ... giving Suende enough time to escape the confines of the ring.

Anson now going toe-to-toe with NCM, these two are a match made in Purgatory as they fight tooth and claw with each other. Anson rocking NCM with several heavy-handed shots to the skull, NCM backs off only slightly as Anson presses forward ... that is, until Tyler Hendrix out of nowhere dives onto Anson. Wrapping his arm around Anson’s neck, he spins and plants his feet directly into NCM’s chest. Pushing off after the beautiful dropkick, he turns his momentum downward and drives Anson’s head into the mat with a beautiful spinning DDT.

The crow applauds the inventive maneuver as ...

TEN!

NINE!

EIGHT!

SEVEN!

SIX!

FIVE!

The count begins again. A fresh face ready to come to the ring, but who?!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

That familiar buzzer sounds ... and so does Dope Star, Inc.’s ‘10000 Watts of Aritificial Pleasure’. It’s the Crazy One, Tyrone Smith!

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy! It’s Crazy Boy, a fresh face! He’s not had to compete tonight, how will that affect everyone else in the ring?

Al Laiman: Simple, you simpleton. He’s got a distinct advantage over everyone in the match. He’s had no wear-down from an earlier match, while everyone ELSE has been going at it in this, the main event! You gotta believe his chances are better than average to do some serious damage here tonight. That is, if he doesn’t blow it.

Jerry Andrews: What is it with you and talking smack about people who are crazy tonight?

Al Laiman: Just wait. I’m going to do it with everyone. Not JUST the psycho-patrol in the ring.

Crazy Boy hits the ring on fire and laying shots in on everyone in his path. One for Anson? Check. One for Hendrix? Check. One for NCM? Big check. Smith is pumped up and so is the rest of the crowd. He’s bringing the fire and turning up the heat! Moving over to Tyler Hendrix, he begins targeting the most fatigued superstar in the ring and begins to lay the boots into him. To his credit, Hendrix is still fighting every step of the way with a boot and punch here.

But the Crazy One’s attack is too new, too brutal ... and Hendrix soon finds himself being hoisted off the mat and tossed over the ropes. Crazy Boy not even celebrating after dumping Hendrix over, he moves towards Anson but a stray sound catches his ear ... and he turns to the apron to find Tyler Hendrix clutching for dear life to the ropes. The job not quite done yet, he takes a sprint at Hendrix only to catch a HUGE forearm shot to the face. NCM and Anson doing battle on the other side of the ring, Crazy Boy rushes Hendrix yet again ... with similar results. Only THIS time, it’s a shoulder block to the midsection.

Crazy Boy doubled over, Hendrix dives over the top back into the ring ... rolling over Crazy Boy’s back and landing on his feet ... taking off in a full sprint towards Anson and NCM. A BIG double clothesline and both are up and over the top rope! NCM catching himself quickly, Anson hits the apron backfirst but somehow manages to snag the bottom rope. As he tries like hell to drag himself up, NCM is laying the boots to him ... hoping to kick him hard enough to shake free his death grip on the bottom rope.

TEN!

NINE!

EIGHT!

SEVEN!

The crowd counting along with either the countdown clock OR the stomps from NCM, it’s hard to tell at this point.

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

LOOK IN MY EEEEEEEEEEYES!
WHAT DO YOU SEE?!
THE CULT OF PERSONAAAAALITYYY!

The sounds of Living Color’s ‘Cult of Personality’ comes barreling through the speakers ... and for a few seconds, there’s no Tristan Slater. The crowd is murmuring in hushed tones, but cannot figure out what’s going on. That is, until Tristan Slater emerges from the backstage area ... slowly. He looks like he’s been through a war ... and there’s the referee! You don’t mean ...

The jolted crowd watches as the referee from the opening match follows Slater down to the ring, explaining to him that there’s a match going on IN the ring already, HIS match! Slater makes it to the ring right about the time that {BLACKED OUT} emerges from behind the curtain. Thiiiiiiiiiiis is not going to go well. {BLACKED OUT} making his way down the ramp slowly himself, it’s easy to tell that both men have been beating on each other non-stop since the opening bout.

Jerry Andrews: We’ve been following them ALL NIGHT, Al and we WONDERED what would happen ... but here they are! Perhaps we’re going to finish the opening match?

Al Laiman: Jerry, we’ve got a Rumble going on inside the ring! What in god’s name is going on here?!

Slater rolls into the relative safety of the ring ... relative, of course ... because it’s where the Deadly Rumble is taking place and four other superstars are ALREADY doing battle. Slater beginning to back towards the opposite side of the ring, {BLACKED OUT} hits the ring and parts the sea to make his way towards Slater. As he grabs hold of Slater, Tyler Hendrix comes over and lays a heavy forearm shot to the massive back of {BLACKED OUT}. Flinching slightly, the behemoth turns to Tyler Hendrix and grabs him by the neck with both hands ... tossing him across the ring and landing him atop Crazy Boy.

Al Laiman: He’s not in this match, Jerry ... someone get him out of there!

Jerry Andrews: I’m RIGHT on top of that, pal.

Slater moving in to take advantage of the monetary distraction, he grabs {BLACKED OUT} and whips him across the ring. The big man barreling through like a runaway locomotive, he’s met with resistance as he plows over NCM and Anson in the process of getting to Slater. Slater, however, is ready with a dropkick that floors the big man. Nolan Burke is in the ring as well, keeping track of all the action ... but the referees on the outside are NOT happy about it.

Slater dragging the Untouchable to his feet, he is met with a heavy elbow to the face that staggers Tristan Slater. As he turns away from {BLACKED OUT}, Slater returns only to find himself caught up in an Iron Claw! OH MY GOD, The Beginning! The crowd is on its’ feet as Slater slowly begins to dip to the mat. It looks as though he’s on the verge of fading into unconsciousness when ...

... CRACK!

A steel chair comes down onto the back of {BLACKED OUT}! As he turns to find out who his assailant is ... he finds that it’s none other than Sebastian St. Paul! One half of the fallen New Breed! Freshly released from the hospital, he’s here to collect on the blood payment that he is owed! {BLACKED OUT} cannot withstand a third chair shot and hits the mat, where Tristan Slater is more than happy to make the pinfall as St. Paul exits the ring in a big hurry to avoid getting mixed up in the Rumble.

1!

2!

... 3!!

Winner: Tristan Slater

Slater has done it, with a little help from the Deadly Rumble and one Sebastian St. Paul, Slater has brought down an Untouchable!

Even if only for a few seconds.

Jerry Andrews: Tristan Slater pinned him, I don’t believe it! AND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RUMBLE! Now I’ve seen everything!

Al Laiman: Not yet, Jerry ... there’s bound to be some retaliation here. But I’m with you, that’s the craziest thing I’ve seen yet!

With the Slater/{BLACKED OUT} saga going on, no one has noticed PCW newcomer Noah Walsh enter the ring. He’s in and already on the receiving end of a renewed Tyler Hendrix salvo. The Rumble continues around them, Slater NOW finds himself in an untenable position: he’s fought ALL NIGHT against arguably one of the most dangerous men walking PCW’s hallowed grounds ... and NOW he has to survive the Deadly Rumble.

Fan.

Tastic.

As Slater begins to move towards a Rumble competitor, he feels the giant hand on his leg ... stopping him from going ANYwhere. {BLACKED OUT} is not done yet. Tripping Slater up, he pulls himself to his feet and ... finds the rest of the Rumble on his back! The entire competition, from Crazy Boy to Anson, Tyler Hendrix to Noah Walsh (NCM oddly nowhere to be seen during this), they’re ALL on top of {BLACKED OUT} now. They’re swarming him ... attacking like white blood cells against an intruding body. They know that to have him ANYwhere near this match is to potentially ruin the outcome.

EEEEEEEEEEEENT!

The buzzer sounds out as {BLACKED OUT} is dumped over the top and hits the floor. ‘Dystopic’ by Position Audio sounds out ... and out she comes. Eira. She’s walking with a purpose towards ringside and her fellow Untouchable. He’s just about to move back into the ring when she places a hand on his shoulder and shakes her head. She leans in to whisper into his ear, gesturing and nodding towards the ring as she does so. She’s emphatic as she says her last words and moves into the ring to take her rightful spot in the Deadly Rumble ... {BLACKED OUT} slowly moving back up the ramp towards the exit.

Whatever she just said saved a LOT of Deadly Rumble hopefuls.

FOR HER.

Moving into the fracas with the grace and fluidity of a winter storm, Eira immediately targets Slater and goes to work on the SEVERELY weakened man. Inundated with strikes of all varieties, Slater is backed into the corner under her assault ... nowhere to go but limp. And limp he goes under the brutal fists and feet of Eira. Slater may have bitten off more than he can chew in the opening match, but he had to know it was coming!

We have commotion on the other side of the ring ... Noah Walsh AND Anson have been dumped over by NCM!

Noah Walsh has been eliminated!

Anson has been elminated!

Both men’s feet smacking the floor, we get a replay of NCM levelling both men with a HUGE clothesline that sends them flying over the top. Anson one of the longest surviving Rumble competitors, it’s a testament to his grit and determination that he was able to last as long as he did. The crowd OOOOOOHS as they hit the floor, but their attention is quickly diverted as NCM goes to work on Crazy Boy ... Eira still working over Slater in the corner. She’s fixated on him, as can be expected to be honest.

The countdown clock begins again, the crowd in attendance counting down along with it.

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

Jerry Andrews: Who’s it going to be, Al?

TWO!

ONE!

EEEEEEEEEEENT!

I wanna be a good man.
I wanna seeeee God.
I wanna be Faithful,
but I know that I’m ... not.

‘Good Man’ by Devour The Day plays over the speakers and out comes .... DILLON DURST?! OH MY GOD, Dillon Durst has returned! The crowd is on its’ feet in shock ... it seems there are still some surprises left for the Rumble! As he bolts towards the ring, Crazy Boy is waiting for him with a well-placed elbow drop to the middle of the back.

Durst, however, will NOT be denied as he forces his way to his feet and UNLOADS on Crazy Boy! NCM joins the fracas ... AND Eira! It’s a literal fuster-cluck of bodies ... all wanting to be the winner and take out someone, ANYone ... in order to add to the odds of their coming out of this match with a win. Fists and feet flying, it’s a brawl of epic proportions as Durst is handing out chops to everyone in sight ... thinning the crowd until he alone is standing in the middle of the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Did you ever expect to see Dillon Durst here tonight Al?

Al Laiman: Not a snowball’s chance in Hell, Jerry. He’s been all but forgotten but ... I guess that’s a mistake on ALL of our parts. Look at him clean house!

A mistake it is, as Dillon goes over to Eira who is back to working on Slater and dumps her AND Slater over the top rope. Both competitors hitting the apron, they manage to save themselves from elimination by literally fighting and clawing at each other. Their entanglement with each other is the thing that has saved them from elimination! Durst moving over to Crazy Boy, he’s met with a boot from NCM ... followed by a flying forearm from Eira who has decided to help weaken anyone who might be fresher than she is.

Durst finally overcome by the numbers game, he’s whipped into the ropes by NCM and ... hits Slater who’s still on the apron!

Slater flying, he’s going to hit the floor, he’s ...

... NO! He manages to dive far enough to hit the announce table and land fully on ONE LEG! Hopping around on his left leg, Slater is avoiding the both feet must touch rule by simply hopping on one foot! INGENIOUS! As he begins to hop over to the apron to re-enter, the match inside continues as Eira and NCM catch a returning Dillon Durst and drop him with a double flapjack! Durst writhing on the ground in agony, Eira and NCM regard each other with a cold respect and look to begin their own skirmish when ... both Tyler Hendrix AND Crazy Boy attack from the sides!

Eira taking offense to this, she shoots several well-placed palm strikes to the chest of Crazy Boy and backs him into the ropes, finishing off with a HUGE roundhouse that sends Crazy Boy up and over the top rope!

The Crazy One hits the ground back first and .... the referees call him out!

Crazy Boy has been eliminated!

EEEEEEEEEENT!

The buzzer sounds, the countdown being all but forgotten thanks to the full tilt action in the ring ... ‘Gold on the Ceiling’ by The Black Keys playing out over the speakers. And you know what that means ... it’s Showtime! Michael Wryght, fresh off an unsuccessful bid to capture the North American championship, is DEFINITELY going to be looking to make up for it with a number one contender’s spot for the World Championship!

Jerry Andrews: It’s Showtime! Al, I have to say that he’s one of my top picks to take this match. He’s got the experience, he knows what it’s like to make it to the dance ... he’s got everything it takes to win!

Al Laiman: Good points, Jerry ... but it’s simply TOO chaotic right now to pick a favorite, there’s not telling WHAT is going to happen.

As Crazy Boy backs up the ramp towards the exit, Tristan Slater is back in the thick of things ... targeting Eira specifically as Showtime hits the ring to make things a little bit more ... star-powered. He grabs Hendrix and nails a trio of beautiful European uppercuts before planting him with a huge clothesline! The PCW newcomer on the receiving end of a grade-A premium ass-kicking, he can do little but scoot to the nearest corner to avoid being tossed over the top rope to the floor below. It isn’t long before someone makes the save ... or is it?

Showtime pulling Hendrix to his feet, Eira is there beside him to help hoist Hendrix up and over, onto the apron where he swings wildly to hang on to anything at all. Hendrix flailing and looking to save himself ... there is no chance as Showtime barrels in and sends Hendrix off and into the ringside barricade where he hits back first to the pained groans of the front row.

Tyler Hendrix has been eliminated!

Jerry Andrews: A valiant effort by Tyler Hendrix! He survived from the number one spot, but a previous match and an unlucky draw were too much for him to overcome.

Al Laiman: Gotta give it to the guy, he sure has me convinced that he’s going to be a major player in the near future.

As Showtime and Eira now battle it out over near the ropes, NCM and Dillon Durst are teeing off on each other’s skulls in hopes of that home-run shot that will allow one to take the upper-hand on the other. A huge powerslam by Showtime onto Eira .... and Slater is back in with a slingshot elbow drop across Eira’s throat! Slater taking full advantage of the chaos,

Showtime grabbing Slater from the mat, he picks him up for a bodyslam but instead of dropping him to the mat ... Showtime begins to stalk over to the ropes to deposit him on the outside! Showtime getting Slater up and over the top rope, he’s about to deposit him when ... TRIP! Eira grabs hold of Showtime’s legs and hampers his movement enough to send HIM toppling over the top rope as well!

Both men catching themselves on the apron, Showtime quickly slides in to boots from Eira ... while Slater waits until she’s fully distracted on incapacitating Showtime before returning to the ring. NCM and Durst moving into the spotlight now, NCM irish whips Durst across the ring where Durst is met unceremoniously with a high knee strike from Tristan Slater. The impact jarring Dillon Durst, he staggers back and NCM comes racing across ... a giant spear from NCM! The impact sending Durst out through the ropes, he hits the ground and is on Dream Street as he attempts to shake the cobwebs loose.

EEEEEEEEEEEENT!

The buzzer sounds and it’s our last competitor ... we know who it is! Taylor Swift’s ‘Trouble’ plays over the P.A. system as we get our final entrant into the Deadly Rumble! She, much like Showtime, looks to redeem her earlier draw with Kelli Starr with a World Title shot. No small feat, surely ... there are some GREAT competitors still in the ring.

As she hits the ring, she’s able to avoid an NCM knee drop and instead counters with a huge rising shoulder to the gut that doubles over the Born Psycho. Leapfrogging over him, she lands a beautiful clothesline on Eira that levels HER and goes to work on the severely hurting Tristan Slater. He’s fighting with everything he’s got but it’s apparent that he’s not in the best of shape at the moment. Durst also getting in on the action, he and Showtime are dueling in the corner until ... SURPRISE! Durst lifts Showtime up and over the top rope! One of Showtime’s legs dangling precariously off the edge of the ring, he’s fighting like hell to stay in this thing!

Jerry Andrews: Showtime on the verge of being eliminated, can he hold on?

Durst trying to break Showtime’s grip, it’s NCM from out of nowhere that pushes Durst out over the top rope and to the floor!

Dillon Durst has been eliminated!

Showtime managing to hang in there, he scurries back into the ring before anyone else can get the bright idea of trying to eliminate him. As he rolls back in under the bottom rope, he’s met by a flurry of strikes by Eira and Arica. Definitely two of the smallest competitors in PCW right now but by no means the weakest, they band together for just a split second to keep Showtime on the mat before Eira turns to Arica and drops her with a stiff kick to the heart. The crowd is on its’ feet for the absolute chaos in the ring ... there’s no telling what will happen next!

Dillon Durst on the outside STILL arguing with the referees and jaw-jacking with NCM ... a sudden burst of speed and NCM is out and over the top thanks to the actions of one Dillon Durst!

Non Compos Mentis has been eliminated!

The two are about to get into a scuffle on the outside as the referees step in to break it up.

That brings us down to four. Lewitt ... Showtime ... Eira and Slater. It’s absolutely deafening as Slater jumps the gun during the showdown, taking it upon himself to attempt at physically imposing his will on Eira. UNfortunately for him, Eira is ready and responds with an attack of her own. The two are brawling on the canvas as Showtime and Lewitt are going at it in the center of the ring.

Eira and Slater rolling off to the side, she’s using the bottom rope to choke him out ... the crowd watching his face slowly turning a bright shade of crimson.

Jerry Andrews: That’s not good, Al. Slater’s already gotta be winded, it won’t take long for him to pass out unless he does something.

Al Laiman: A barbaric opening match PLUS the Rumble? Yeah, you’ve gotta believe he’s going on pure adrenaline alone!

She doesn’t seem intent on eliminating him at the moment, more like inflicting as MUCH damage as possible. She just seems to be tired of him running his mouth all the time. As Slater sputters and coughs on the canvas, Eira moves over to Showtime and Lewitt who are jockeying to see who can shove the other one out of the ring. Eira grabbng Arica by the hair, she yanks her nearly halfway across the ring and lets her fall face first to the mat. Eyes locked on Showtime, she regards him warily ... quite possibly the biggest threat remaining in the match.

The feeling is mutual as Showtime nods, sizing her up as they lock up in the center of the ring. A quick arm wringer and Showtime has Eira under control. She counters and instantly sends him racing towards the ropes. The rebound ... OR NOT! Tristan Slater manages to pull the ropes down and out tumbles Michael Wryght! Landing backfirst on the apron, Showtime grabs onto the ropes for all he’s worth, fighting the elimination. Arica rushing the ropes with a shoulder to the gut, Showtime sidesteps and drops a forearm right on the back of her skull.

Pushing her back through the ropes, he hooks her nearest arm and executes a perfect hip toss! Arica showing unparalleled agility, she lands on the apron herSELF to avoid elimination. The two trading elbows and knees, fighting to stay alive ... there’s Eira with a diving double kick that sees both Showtime AND Lewitt forced from the ring apron to the floor in a violent manner.

Arica Lewitt has been eliminated!

Michael Wryght has been eliminated!

Jerry Andrews: ... do you see what I see, Al? EIRA AND SLATER ARE THE LAST TWO STANDING!

Al Laiman: I don’t believe it, Andrews. I - I just don’t believe it. Slater is one of the final two?! Dear God after all that, he’s still in? There’s got to be SOME higher force working for him tonight. But ... look who he’s across the ring from. The Untouchable with a win over him. The Untouchable that HASN’T competed tonight. This will either redeem Tristan Slater ... or make him 0 - 2 against Eira.

Jerry Andrews: What a story being told here tonight!

Eira and Slater staring at each other, Deadly Intentions around and within them. Slater pulling himself up with the aid of the top rope, Eira cracks her neck as she moves in on Slater. Slater is ready and begins his own walk towards the center of the ring. Eira and Slater are face to face, Slater as defiant as ever ... and Eira as calm as can be. There may even be a hint of a smirk on her face. The entire crowd is on their feet, ready to watch the fireworks REALLY start.

Slater fires the first shot but is met by a return punch by Eira. The two trading blows, the intensity and the frequency quickening ... more and more, faster and faster ... these two swinging for the fences and giving their all behind each and every punch! It’s Eira who pulls out ahead and begins to slowly but surely wear down THE Tristan Slater, backing him towards the ropes. He’s fighting to get away from the edge of the ring, but Eira pulls him away of her OWN volition ... whipping him across the ring and connecting with a beautiful leg lariat that catch Slater smack-dab in the mouth.

Eira pushing the offensive, she grabs Slater by the hair and begins to lead him towards the ropes ... but Slater, out of desperation, connects with a thumb to the eye that staggers his attacker and buys him just a few moments of breathing room. And that’s all he really needs as Slater manages to explode out of nowhere with a belly-to-belly suplex that leaves Eira dazed and downed in the middle of the ring.

Slater staggering to his feet after the explosive suplex, he beckons to the crowd to get up ... to stand up and witness the Fall of the First Untouchable! He stalks Eira as she slowly climbs to her feet ... like a cat waiting to pounce some poor and unsuspecting mouse. As she rises, he delivers a vicious boot to the gut that doubles her over. As he prepares for something, a powerbomb or a piledriver it appears ... Eira has the presence of mind to deliver a back drop on Slater. Slater flat on his back, she rushes the ropes and on the return, hops up a good distance before driving her feet into the man’s chest! A modified non-top rope Fall of the Morningstar!

Jerry Andrews: Dear LORD, I swear I heard his chest cavity collapse from HERE!

Al Laiman: No, that’s you just getting fatter. Lay off the nachos, will you? I’m catching your high cholesterol.

Eira seizing the moment, she picks Slater up by the hair and under the arm ... helping him to a standing position. As she begins to lead him to the ropes, he whips her out of nowhere to the opposite side where he stays one step behind her, shoving her over the top! Quickly scooting inwards, she manages to land on the apron ... and Slater is right there! Hammering away, she rears back as though she is going to fall ... but responds with a HEAVY forearm shot that rocks THE Tristan Slater. As he moves towards her once more, she kicks both legs up and wraps his head in a headscissors and pulls ... pulling him out onto the apron with her!

Jerry Andrews: We’re in no man’s land here, Al!

Al Laiman: They’re definitely on the edge of victory or defeat.

Eira throwing kicks to Slater’s midsection, Slater responding with forearms and elbows ... it’s anyone’s ball game here. The two scrapping for all they can muster, it’s Eira who makes a break for it and pulls herself in through the ropes and ... with a complete dead stop on her hands ... manages to spring back with a double mule kick to the gut of Tristan Slater! The momentum is too much and Slater is sent flying from the apron onto the floor below. He cheated defeat once before ...

... but not THIS time!

Tristan Slater has been eliminated!

“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the 2013 Deadly Rumble ... EIIIIIIIIIIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Winner: Eira

Eira on her knees in the middle of the ring, the crowd is going absolutely bonkers at the finish of the match. A healthy round of applause for Tristan Slater who lasted MUCH longer than anyone imagined he would, Eira rises to her feet and looks around at the crowd. Her first run not one to be looked back on fondly, it is NOW that everyone sees her for what she is: world caliber talent. And, it just so happens, the NEW Number One contender for the World Championship.

Mimicking the championship belt around her waist, she smiles and climbs the nearest turnbuckle as pyrotechnics explode from every direction ... a celebration of epic proportions!

Jerry Andrews: Eira did it! Eira is the NEW number one contender for the World Title! But with Andy D defeating Grimm earlier in the night, what can we expect to happen in the coming weeks? Will the Untouchables be involved somehow? And what will the ousted champion Grimm have to say about this?

Al Laiman: Grimm won’t say anything. Let’s face it: we mess up, we step on toes. Grimm steps on NECKS.

Jerry Andrews: She overcame incredible odds ... and now she’s going to Hostile Takeover IV as the challenger for the title! A hard-fought victory over some incredible talent, Al.

Al Laiman: And some damn big surprises, to be sure. What will happen on the next Trauma?!

The feed slowly fades with Eira standing tall in the middle of the ring, celebrating her hard-fought victory as we’re left with this and so much more!

-CLICK!-

_{Tristan Slater def. {BLACKED OUT}
Tyler Hendrix & Cory Steel def. The Flying Freebooters
Non Compos Mentis def. Rick Majors
Nathan Saniti def. Q
Kelli Starr vs. Arica Lewitt ends via time limit, Kelli Starr retains the Genesis Championship
Tyler Scott def. Michael Wryght to retain the North American Championship
MONROE def. Ace Anderson for the International Championship
Andy D def. Grimm for the World Championship
Eira wins the Deadly Rumble Match

O}_{rder of Entry:
-Tyler Hendrix
-Anson
-Rikkashot
-Non Compos Mentis
-Tyrone Smith
-Tristan Slater
-Noah Walsh
-Eira
-Dillon Durst
-Michael Wryght
-Arica Lewitt

Order of Elimination:
-Rikkashot
-Noah Walsh
-Anson
-Tyrone Smith
-Tyler Hendrix
-Dillon Durst
-Non Compos Mentis
-Michael Wryght
-Arica Lewitt
-Tristan Slater

Whew! Some hefty results there, peeps. Enjoy! We'll get the card out soon, but I want to take this time to thank EVERYONE, from the mules to the handlers, for their unwavering dedication and patience. You guys truly make this kind of thing worth it. I mean, 60+ pages of PPV material? Yeah, not for my health. It's for you all, the people that keep this place afloat. Let's get psyched for the next cycle, shall we?!}

Last Edit: Nov 17, 2013 7:46:01 GMT -5 by A Ghost in the Wind

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